Silverhand (Zero Tool) - Dancing with my axe (Cyberpunk 2077)
Silverhand - Dancing with my axe
Tonight’s riot anthem comes from a ghost with a six-string and a grudge older than your trauma team debt.
A track carved in steel, fed through broken amps, and screamed into the face of every tower that tried to tell you your life belonged to them.
“Dancing With My Axe” is a mix of punk-wired fury and heavy-metal grit — a sound that kicks in the door, smashes the lights, and drags your heartbeat into the street fight. Fast riffs, filthy distortion, a voice too pissed to die quietly.
If you ever wondered what rebellion tastes like when it’s set on fire… this is it.
So buckle up, chooms.
Turn your implants to “don’t fry,” mute your incoming calls, and let the noise remind you of something the corps keep trying to erase:
We don’t fade away.
Not tonight.
Not ever.
Silverhand - Dancing with my axe
[Verse 1]
City’s rotting, I can taste the truth —
Corpo gold plated over dying youth.
They sell you hope in a body bag,
Put a price on love, slap it with a tag.
Raise my axe — yeah, the six-string blade,
Let it scream for all the souls they’ve frayed.
In this neon morgue, I stake my claim,
One more fight in a rigged-up game.
[Pre-Chorus]
You hear that hum?
That’s the sound of a revolution getting tuned.
[Chorus]
I’m dancing with my axe tonight,
Shredding through their smoke-screen lights.
Every chord a wound, every riff a fight,
Dancing with my axe ‘til the dawn gets bright.
[Verse 2]
Streets soaked in gasoline and fear,
They call it “safety” — I call it a cage in gear.
You kneel to chrome; I burn for truth.
I’ll torch the throne and call it proof.
Raise your voice — let the bastards hear,
Let their circuits choke on the smoke of fear.
In this glass-walled pit, I’ll snap the chain,
Sign my name in their precious pain.
[Pre-Chorus]
Tune it higher —
Let ‘em hear the funeral pyre.
[Chorus]
I’m dancing with my axe tonight,
Shredding through their smoke-screen lights.
Every chord a wound, every riff a fight,
Dancing with my axe ‘til the dawn gets bright.
[Bridge — spoken, half-growled]
Truth bleeds loud — rip the mask away.
Your “order” is a joke — we won’t obey.
Burn your credits, burn your fame —
You built this hell — now choke on the flame.
[Final Chorus]
I’m dancing with my axe tonight,
Tearing through the circuits of their lies.
Every scream a vow, every cut a rite,
Dancing with my axe ‘til the end of time.
[Outro — low, defiant]
Ash keeps falling, but the ghost still sings.
Freedom crawls from shattered strings.
Dancing with my axe — yeah, that’s the way…
We never fade away.