Verse 1 Gold cufflinks shake the hands of law Behind closed doors they rewrite the law Ink on paper, blood in the pen A vote gets cheaper the richer the men Marble halls, but the floor’s a stage Actors reading lines from a gilded page You call it order, you call it fate But freedom’s gated with a lobbyist’s rate Pre-Chorus Strings pulled soft, you don’t feel a thing Till you dance to a tune you didn’t mean to sing Chorus Rich men supply the congress floor Buy the war, buy peace, buy more Every truth has a price tag on Every light’s sponsored, every dark moves on The media’s bought, your faith is sold Your thoughts come pre-approved and cold You don’t even know who you are anymore Or what your soul came here for Verse 2 Breaking news wrapped in corporate skin Fear on repeat, let the program begin Left versus right, keep ‘em fighting loud While the crown gets passed to the quiet crowd Your outrage trends, then it disappears Replaced by ads and manufactured tears They sell you a dream, then sell you the cure While calling the sickness “just how things work” Pre-Chorus Mirrors lie when they’re factory-made Identity’s rented, not self-created Chorus Rich men supply the congress floor Buy the truth till it’s not true anymore Every scream gets filtered down Till silence sounds like common ground The media’s bought, your beliefs are too They wrote the script and handed it to you You don’t even know who you are anymore Or what your soul came here for Bridge If your voice was yours, would you recognize it? If the noise went dead, would the fear still guide it? Peel off the labels, the teams, the lies There’s a pulse beneath all the branded sides They fear the moment you finally see You’re more than a market, more than a key Break Not left, not right, not red or blue The real divide is control over you Final Chorus Rich men supply the congress floor But they can’t own what you’re waking up for Truth don’t die, it just goes quiet Waiting on hearts willing to riot The media’s loud, but the soul is deep And it remembers what it came to keep Find that spark they couldn’t afford That’s what your soul came here for Outro Invoice denied. Account closed. Soul reclaimed.

Rich Men Supply The Congress