Intro (low distorted guitar, distant static)
They built a throne on broken code…
Called it “order.” Called it “law.”
But every system crashes.
Every empire hits the flaw.
(Drums kick in)
It’s time to die.
Verse 1 (tight, aggressive flow)
Rust in the gears of a dusted machine,
Trust disappeared in the lust for the green,
Justice get smeared when it’s cut at the seam,
Hushed by the fear of a puppet regime.
Gold-plated lies in a cold data stream,
Sold-out pride in a soul-beta scheme,
Roleplay kings with a faux savior dream,
Whole thing rigged but they label it “clean.”
They trick with a click and a slick little spin,
Pick what you see while they fix who will win,
Brick by brick they been building a bin,
Digging a pit they been tossing us in.
But entropy knocking, the clock’s gonna chime,
Mocking the doctrine that rots over time,
Locked in a box full of profit and crime—
You can’t outrun what you planted in time.
Pre-Chorus (tension build)
You can bury the truth in a server stack grave,
But the code corrodes and the ghost won’t behave,
You can chain every mind, make a silent slave—
But the spark survives in the ones you deprave.
Chorus (hard rock, chanting)
IT’S TIME TO DIE —
Let the old world burn in the lie!
IT’S TIME TO DIE —
So a new one rises from the sky!
No more kings, no more disguise,
Truth gon’ live and the guilt gon’ cry!
IT’S TIME TO DIE —
Reborn in the fire, purified!
Verse 2 (heavier, sharper delivery)
Paper crown slipping when the tape unwind,
Fake profound scripts in a snake-like mind,
Take what you gave — that’s the fate you signed,
Karma don’t forget, it just waits its time.
You hid the files in a trial by smoke,
Lied with a smile while the fragile folk broke,
Dialed up denial every time that you spoke,
But the wild run deep when the silence get choked.
Backroom deals with a black-sealed pen,
Stacked-up meals off the backs of men,
Cracked ideals when the facts come in,
You tax free will then you ask “who sinned?”
But the mask gonna slip when the glass house crack,
Past gonna drip like a flashback track,
Last laugh hit when the backlash snap—
You reap what you keep, can’t detach from that.
Bridge (drop to halftime, cinematic build)
Systematic collapse in a static parade,
Automatic karmatic debt getting paid,
Problematic dramatic empire decayed.
Cryptic arithmetic truth cascade,
Politic hypocrite walls gonna fade,
Sin after sin — that’s the blade that you made.
(whisper)
They tried to hide it.
They tried to blind us.
But truth don’t die… it rewinds us.
Final Chorus (bigger, gang vocals)
IT’S TIME TO DIE —
Let corruption choke on its pride!
IT’S TIME TO DIE —
Let the phoenix rise from inside!
Guilty hearts gonna feel that bite,
Built that storm? Then face that night!
IT’S TIME TO DIE —
So the free world finally ignite!
Outro (distorted guitar fading)
Not death for the people—
Death for the throne.
Not ash for the many—
Ash for the stone.
When the guilty suffer what they designed,
And the truth stands tall, unconfined
