The WhatTverr (Whatever!)

[Verse 1]  
He’s got duct-taped dreams and a thrift-store amp  
Lyrics scrawled on a diner nap  
No label, no scene, no plan  
Just a fire and a four-piece band  

[Pre-Chorus]  
He don’t care if it’s cool or clean  
He’s the noise between the mainstream  
No backup, no safety net  
Just a scream they won’t forget  

[Chorus]  
He’s The WhatTverr — (WHATEVER!)  
Built his band from rust and rage  
Played his soul on a basement stage  
He’s The WhatTverr — (WHATEVER!)  
No rules, no gods, no shame  
Just a name they’ll learn to blame  

[Verse 2]  
He’s got a mic that smells like beer  
A drummer who can barely steer  
But every show’s a holy war  
Every chord kicks down a door  

[Bridge]  
He’s not chasing charts or fame  
He’s tattooing truth on the game  
DIY till the final breath  
Punk and metal till his death  

[Breakdown]  
Whatever they said — he said “NO!”  
Whatever they built — he let it blow  
Whatever they praised — he set on fire  
He’s the anthem of pure desire  

[Final Chorus]  
He’s The WhatTverr — (WHATEVER!)  
Screaming loud in a world gone tame  
Making legends out of shame  
He’s The WhatTverr — (WHATEVER!)  
Born to bleed, born to shout  
He’s the band they warned you about  

Punk / Metal