What Spit & Static is about
Spit & Static goes after rebellion that has been packaged and sold, anger with "a brand deal" and "a bedtime slot". Against that it sets the real thing, raised on "locked exits" and a future in a cage, and refuses to be tidied up.
Spit & Static lyrics
I was born in the feedback hum
Of a city chewing on its young
Every billboard sells a savior
Every savior’s fucking dumb
I learned my name from a police light
Heard my future in a slammed door
You talk hope like it’s a currency
I’ve been broke since before
Don’t dress it up
Don’t calm me down
I don’t want peace
I want it loud
I spit in the static, I bite the wire
Set my teeth in the live feed fire
No gods, no masters, no clean escape
Just a bad decision I won’t erase
I don’t want saving, I want release
I don’t want quiet, I want police
I don’t want truth wrapped soft and thin
I want the wound you can’t stitch in
Your revolution’s got a brand deal
Your anger’s got a bedtime slot
You scream like it’s a fashion statement
I scream like I’ve got nothing left to lose or not
I don’t kneel for empty slogans
I don’t clap for borrowed rage
I was raised on locked exits
And a future in a cage
You say heal
I say rot
You say hope
I say not
I spit in the static, I break the line
Chew through the leash, cross every sign
No saints, no slogans, no safe disguise
Just bloodshot truth in a broadcast lie
I don’t want comfort, I want the fight
I don’t want day, I want streetlight
I don’t want peace if it costs my skin
I want the mess I was born in
They sell rebellion pre-approved
In bite-sized clips and bullet points
But real anger breaks the room
And doesn’t give a fuck who’s watching
I don’t want to win
I want it burned
I don’t want lessons
I want it learned
I spit in the static, I tear the cord
I don’t want heaven, I want the war
No silence left to suffocate
I’ll scream my name at the gate
I don’t need permission
I don’t need control
I don’t need a future
I need my pulse