Tower Defense Grind
James Markins
slow
group shouts
Upbeat pop-punk energy over tight rock drums and bright distorted guitars; male vocals with urgent
rhythmic phrasing. Verses stay lean and tense with palm-muted riffs; chorus explodes into wide open chords
and octave lead. Middle section drops to half-time with tom-heavy build
then slams back into a final hook repeat.
作成日：2月 4, 2026
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Boot up the game
Yeah
Routine again
Same tower slots
But a different plan
Coins at zero
Still the goal in sight
Gotta ride out every wave tonight
First few rounds feel calm and slow
Basic units
Yeah
I already know
Place that turret
Angle it right
One bad start costs hours of life
[Chorus]
Every click feels small
But it stacks
Tiny choice
And there’s no turning back
From the first cheap hit to the final stand
I’m one step closer with a shaky hand
Tiny choice
Tiny choice
Every click feels small
But it stacks
[Verse 2]
Watching cooldowns like a hawk on the wire
Hovering hard over paths on fire
Do I sell
Do I boost
Do I stall?
Second-guessing while they breach the wall
Wave alert and my heart kicks up
One stray rush and it all blows up
But I breathe
Let the slow build climb
Trust the grind
Trust the little lines
[Bridge]
All these pixels
All these nights
All these maps I’ve memorized
It’s the thousand quiet moves I make
That flip the fight
That bend the fate (hey!)
[Chorus]
Every click feels small
But it stacks
Tiny choice
And there’s no turning back
From the first cheap hit to the final stand
I’m one step closer with a shaky hand
Tiny choice
Tiny choice
Every click feels small
But it stacks
Boot up the game
Yeah
Routine again
Same tower slots
But a different plan
Coins at zero
Still the goal in sight
Gotta ride out every wave tonight
First few rounds feel calm and slow
Basic units
Yeah
I already know
Place that turret
Angle it right
One bad start costs hours of life
[Chorus]
Every click feels small
But it stacks
Tiny choice
And there’s no turning back
From the first cheap hit to the final stand
I’m one step closer with a shaky hand
Tiny choice
Tiny choice
Every click feels small
But it stacks
[Verse 2]
Watching cooldowns like a hawk on the wire
Hovering hard over paths on fire
Do I sell
Do I boost
Do I stall?
Second-guessing while they breach the wall
Wave alert and my heart kicks up
One stray rush and it all blows up
But I breathe
Let the slow build climb
Trust the grind
Trust the little lines
[Bridge]
All these pixels
All these nights
All these maps I’ve memorized
It’s the thousand quiet moves I make
That flip the fight
That bend the fate (hey!)
[Chorus]
Every click feels small
But it stacks
Tiny choice
And there’s no turning back
From the first cheap hit to the final stand
I’m one step closer with a shaky hand
Tiny choice
Tiny choice
Every click feels small
But it stacks