Yo, classroom hum, a silent dreadAnother Tuesday, fillin' up my headBrody and Travis, eyes meetin' lowGot a plan hatchin', watch the pixels goLittle metal glintin', tucked inside a sleeveNot a pen, not a pencil, somethin' to believeDetention hall's waitin', but who cares, alright?Gonna make these screens glow, then vanish in the night[Riff - Gritty, distorted]Teacher's back turned, scribblin' on the boardA tiny tinkle, a sound to be deploredTravis, first strike, a poke, a little tapBrody follows, no comin' back from this trap[Synth Stab - Sharp, digital shatter]Fork goes deep, right into the LCDA spiderweb crack, for all the class to see[Drum Roll - Building intensity]Again, again, the plastic starts to peelThe data's screamin', what a messed up feel![Power Chord Crash - Pure rebellion]Heads pop up, whispers fill the air"What the-?!" a gasp, a moment of despairTeacher spins 'round, eyes wide with pure fright"What HAVE you done?!" screamin' with all her might[Spoken Word - Teacher's outraged voice]But Travis just grins, Brody gives a nod"Just reformatin', ma'am, sendin' it to God!"[Crowd Chant - "Destroy! Destroy!"]No more homework, no more digital plightJust shattered glass, bathed in the fluorescent lightThey raised their forks, a defiant, silver gleamBroke the system, livin' out a twisted dream[Guitar Solo - Chaotic, feedback-laden]The bell rings out, a siren's final screamChromebook cemetery, a permanent bad dream[Feedback Swirl]Yeah, Travis and Brody, legends of the schoolBreaking every rule, playin' pixel pool[Outro Wail - Fading out]