Verse 1
We’re choking on the smoke they sold as hope,
Counting empty promises like ghosts.
Every headline feels like another chain,
Another hand reaching into our veins.
The price of breathing climbs every day,
While the suits keep smiling from miles away.
We’re numbers on a spreadsheet, fuel for the machine,
Trading shattered futures for somebody else’s dream.
Pre-Chorus
How much blood buys peace of mind?
How many lies before we all go blind?
Chorus
We’re screaming through a city made of paper walls,
Watching every empire swear it will never fall.
They build a higher throne while the streets decay,
Tell us to be grateful as they look away.
If freedom has a price, who’s keeping the receipt?
If justice wears a crown, why’s it crushing us beneath?
We’re the spark they buried underneath the ash—
You can’t silence a fire that was born to clash.
Verse 2
The cameras never blink, the eyes never sleep,
Every secret sold, every promise cheap.
They draw another line, call it “for our good,”
While they take another piece they never should.
The wallets grow lighter, the silence grows loud,
Hope gets auctioned off to the highest crowd.
We’re told to keep running on a broken wheel,
Pretending every wound is too small to feel.
Bridge
Maybe we’re the fault line.
Maybe we’re the flood.
Maybe every kingdom built on fear and greed
Will drown beneath its own blood.
No more borrowed faith.
No more counterfeit peace.
You can cage the body—
You’ll never chain belief.
Final Chorus
We’re screaming through a city made of paper walls,
Watching every monument collapse beneath it all.
No savior’s coming down to rewrite our fate—
We’ll carve tomorrow from the rust and hate.
So let the skyline burn with the truth we’ve found,
No more kings above us, no more heads bowed down.
You can steal our comfort, you can steal our pay—
But you can’t take the voice we refuse to betray.
Outro
We’re still here.
Still breathing.
Still refusing to disappear.