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Let their towers fall
into their lies.
Let their gold rust
under new skies.
When the smoke clears,
and the silence hums,
we’ll rise—
not for profit,
but for everyone.
Let their towers fall
into their lies.
Let their gold rust
under new skies.
When the smoke clears,
and the silence hums,
we’ll rise—
not for profit,
but for everyone.
Raise your voice—
not for fame,
but to break
this wicked game.
Because we are the labor.
They are the take.
One spark,
and the world will wake.
Raise your voice—
not for fame,
but to break
this wicked game.
Because we are the labor.
They are the take.
One spark,
and the world will wake.
They say,
“That’s just the system.”
Yeah. The system’s the disease.
But listen—
the ground remembers.
The soil hums our names.
The cities shake
with something wild
beneath the chains.
They say,
“That’s just the system.”
Yeah. The system’s the disease.
But listen—
the ground remembers.
The soil hums our names.
The cities shake
with something wild
beneath the chains.
The stock exchange is their temple.
Greed is the god.
War is the hymn.
They baptize bombs,
praise the flame,
then sell the ashes
in your name.
They call it freedom—
but you pay to breathe.
Every paycheck
is another leash.
The stock exchange is their temple.
Greed is the god.
War is the hymn.
They baptize bombs,
praise the flame,
then sell the ashes
in your name.
They call it freedom—
but you pay to breathe.
Every paycheck
is another leash.
Workers hustle,
machines hum loud.
The rich get richer,
the rest get drowned.
Freedom’s for sale
if your credit’s clean—
justice is a luxury,
and truth’s a machine.
Workers hustle,
machines hum loud.
The rich get richer,
the rest get drowned.
Freedom’s for sale
if your credit’s clean—
justice is a luxury,
and truth’s a machine.
Politicians wear silk smiles
and gold-plated sins.
Shake your hand—
and steal your skin.
They pray to markets,
bow to greed.
They call it progress.
We call it bleed.
Politicians wear silk smiles
and gold-plated sins.
Shake your hand—
and steal your skin.
They pray to markets,
bow to greed.
They call it progress.
We call it bleed.