The fuse is lit.
Cue the sirens.
We didn't come to play nice.

Conformity is a cage.
We smashed the lock and torched the map.

This is BRKNK. Formed from friction, from fragments.
Not validation. Not consensus.
Provocation. Breakage. Truth.

Soulless sequels. Algorithmic filler.
Boring bullshit repackaged as breakthrough.
We burn the script and laugh while they choke on the smoke.

We say NO.
To trends, to groupthink, to ignorance as aspiration.

We believe in speed over safety.
Audacity over approval.
Culture cracked open, all wires exposed.

We are the demo tape.
The static between the stations.
A bad influence with great taste.

Not a brand. Not a movement.
A warning.

BRKNK. No tagline.