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Firewall
Metal
Firewall was released on November 20, 2025 by Audin as a part of the album Firewall - Single
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Release DateNovember 20, 2025
LabelAudin
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM104

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Audin
Audin
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kurtis Switzer
Kurtis Switzer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Audin
Audin
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse]
They loop my tracks like sedatives drilled in their veins,
Paste my tag on everything, like I rewired their brains.
They etch my lines like scripture on their cracked home screens,
Trade in their own backbone for a glitch-made king.
I see ‘em drag their hurt and hang it on my name,
Like if I sound immortal they won’t have to change.
I’m not their savior, I’m just noise with a username,
A face behind a firewall they’ll never really frame.
Nobody knows the person underneath these traces,
I built a digital disguise to drown in crowded faces.
They bow to what I broadcast, not the fractures in my chest,
If they knew the way I break, they’d never call me anything but guest.
[Bridge]
They want a flawless monument to hang their cracks upon,
But all I’ve got is sleepless nights and half-remembered songs.
If they could see the static nest that chews through my own spine,
They’d drop the halo, drop the shrine, and walk back to their lives.
I’m not a throne, I’m just a flare in someone else’s storm,
A signal in the blackout, not a final chosen form.
[Breakdown]
Tear!
Smash the idol!
Scrape their names out of your bones!
I am not the voice of law, I’m just noise inside the bass!!
[Breakdown 2]
Braka-taka, trrraka-taka, drik-dik, drop
Shaka-rakka, vrrra-kka, can’t make it stop
Bada-vadda, grit-grit, tongue like a saw
Mask on, blackout, bite through the awe
Drakka-takka, bra-ka, spit that static
Krik-krik, snap back, rhythm of the manic
Brrra-da, vrrra-da, pulse in the pit
No crown, no throne, just teeth in the riff
[Breakdown 3]
Brra-ka-takka, vrra-ka-takka, drip in the core
Shikka-likka, grit-grit, drag on the floor
Prrra-da-ratta, jaw-click, snap with the beat
Mask-skin, glitch-spin, teeth in the heat
Drakka-lakka, thrumm-thrumm, throat like a drum
Bikka-tikka, krik-krik, static in the lungs
Vrro-ka-lotto, skrrra in the crawl
No king, no saint, just a beast in the wall
Brikka-takka, vrrra-da, tongue in the wires
Shredded syllables ignite fake choirs
Trrra-ka-takka, rip through the frame
All that worship melts back into your name.
[Outro]
Go!!!!
Written by: Kurtis Switzer
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