Cringe For Shell (Live)

We dive in blind — no sleep, no light,
Just caffeine, code, and the packet fight.
They laughed at our name, said “you’ll burn and fail,”
But we cracked their box, and we left no trail.

Static in our minds, fire in our veins,
We rise from the cringe, we weaponize the shame.

Cringe for Shell!
We fall, we climb, we own the game,
From bottom ranks to hall of fame.
Cringe for Shell!
We’re glitch in frame, the cursed elite —
A joke at first, now feel our heat.

One comp we ruled, the next we drowned,
From zero flags to final round.
But still we push, we brute, we burn,
We’re here to lose and make it turn.

For i in team:
Laugh!
Fire!
Pain!
Desire!
Crash, then wire
We break — and recompile.

Echoes of shame in every ping,
But root feels sweeter with the sting.
They trace our fails, we trace the port —
No silver spoon, just dirty sport.
No sponsors here, just duct-taped dreams,
And stack overflows in midnight screams.

Cringe for Shell!
We fall, we climb, we own the game,
From bottom ranks to hall of fame.
Cringe for Shell!
We’re glitch in frame, the cursed elite —
A joke at first, now feel our heat.

We’re not your gods — we’re not your stars,
We’re cracked consoles and midnight scars.
No shame — no shame — we rise from hell…
We are Cringe…
Cringe for Shell.