Bite Back (Uprising) by Myk Eff Records

Parking lot haloed in sodium glare,
beer foam drying on my sleeve.
Your laugh ricochets off dented sedans,
a spark jumping cables in my chest.
Chain-link fence chews the moon in half,
we move in the frame of the security cams.
Your boots drag gravel into rhythm,
Jaws clenched on something unspoken.
(Night leans in, smelling blood and flame)

We don’t knock—we break the hinge,
coats split, grip slick, knuckles singe.
Sweat slides hot down collarbones,
eyes cut like hard metal in throats.
(The feedback makes one long scream)

We bite back in the floodlight,
bare teeth, no apology.
Hands up, hearts out, lungs on fire—
the ground shakes because we’re still standing.
We bite back in the floodlight,
let it burn our names clean.
If the roof comes loose tonight,
we go with it—screaming, undefeated.

Outside smells like perfume and raincoats,
someone’s elbow kisses my ribs hard.
Your mouth tastes like copper and mint,
words are lost as the bass creeps in.
Glass singing cracks under all the boots.
Bottle games shattered after they spin
Fists rise, in the air find their roots—
no one here is innocent.
(The street caves in, gravity picks a side)

Monitors bleed, thin wires pulled tight,
I catch your grin through the strobe—
every smile comes with a knife inside.
bodies ram into bodies, no one in control
(The moment snaps, bright and violent)

We bite back in the floodlight,
bare teeth, no apology.
Veins on fire, ears blown wide—
every new hit rewrites history.
We bite back in the floodlight,
let it scorch our skin.
If the walls start breathing smoke,
we want it louder, ready to dive in.

Alley steam blows from a sewer mouth,
Hear the popo coming from blocks away.
Lipstick smeared like a dare on your cheek,
Can't tell the difference between shaking and laughing.
Soaked shirts cling like clothes aren't needed
We lean against brick warm from the dance,
My throat is raw, but still hungry.
The sirens ring louder than the amps.
(High on watching the wreck we made.)

Streetlight stutters, tags us twice,
buzz-count verdict: real tonight.
Tomorrow is a killer, cold, precise,
It keeps its distance—not in this fight
(We're here to beat fear to death)

We bite back in the floodlight,
bare teeth, no apology.
Scars fresh, spirits loud—
the noise is a second home to me.
We bite back in the floodlight,
let it brand us free.
If the dark wants a piece of us,
It's gonna choke if it tries to touch me

(Mic squeal bleeds into open air,
drums fade like a pulse sun setting.
We walk off ringing, hot dripped, alive—
lights dying behind us, but never forgetting.)