05 / Societal Collapse
Fury Not for Sale
Bleed, bleed, purge the rot You can feel it in the streets in the teeth you grit at night Rules for thee not for me that's the anthem of this fucking life They don't need chains when debt will do don't need boots when fear behaves Keep you tired keep you fighting ghosts keep you grateful for the scraps they gave If rage scares them good let it burn it's the last thing they can't buy This system feeds on bowed-down heads so stand the fuck up or die quiet. They tell you it's broken by accident but the cracks line up too clean Money talks justice whispers and silence gets paid in green You work till your spine learns the language of pain they call it freedom you call it rent Same old suits same dirty hands new logo on the same intent They say wait your turn be patient be calm while they rob the clock and sell back time Every law bends just enough for the rich every cage gets branded by design They turn neighbors into enemies keep the lens on race keep class out of frame As long as we're screaming sideways no one looks up to say their name Hope gets merchandised rebellion gets sold same fist different brand of glue They'll sell you the image of burning it down as long as the fire never reaches them too So grind your teeth raise your voice make noise let the lie feel the weight of truth If this is the world they insist is fair then fuck their world we're coming through. Fury not for sale No peace in your hands Every fracture a call We rise we won't fall You can feel it in the day justice talked to death, never fucking shown. Corruption rubber-stamped and called process, bullshit laws protecting rich mistakes. Everyone playing along because saying it out loud that this whole thing's rotten might blow the fucking doors off. You can feel it in the night when "order" sounds like a warning. Trust is gone, power's hoarded, truth buried under layers of approved lies. Not chaos yet just that tight, ugly second before the knife finally Teeth grind dust from the monument Ash of idols chokes our breath No kings above the starving crowd No gods in the tangle of death Fists crack the hourglass empty Screams echo through fractured stone Tyrants clutch their brittle crowns As rage turns marrow to bone Refuse the yoke they hammer down Scar their myths with our scars Truth cuts through the chain-linked lies Stand as pyres ignite the dark Broken by the hand of tyranny Judgment falls where innocence should be Wounds carved into centuries We bow beneath the weight of injustice Bleed, bleed, purge the rot Bleed, bleed, purge the rot No silence left to weaponize No fear to bribe or sell Rebellion cracks the spine of gods Rise let them drown in hell Ashes rain on empty thrones Laws undone, devotion scattered Temples crumble, stained with blame Their sacred lies don't matter Chains abandoned in the street Shattered oaths beneath our feet Bearing scars, the banners rise Tyrants fade where courage meets Burn the script of domination Carve our verdict in the stone We will not live submissive Vengeance reigns until we're "home"Back to Homeless and Hopeless