Cult

Verse 1]

Red tie, blue tie, same fucking game,

Different color suit, but the bullshit’s the same.

They sell you a dream, then they sell you a lie,

While the people at the top watch the working class die.

They point at each other, say, “That’s your enemy!”

While they’re laughing their asses off at the bank on Wall Street.

You think they give a damn about the life you lead?

They just need your vote and your loyalty.

You wear their colors like a goddamn brand,

They’ve got your money and your head in their hands.

They tell you who to hate, they tell you what to say,

And you call it freedom when you do what they say.

Red and blue, same fucking crew,

Selling you a lie that they swear is true.

Cult members screaming, “My side’s the best!”

While the same old bastards keep cashing the checks.

Fuck your party, fuck your throne,

Fuck the idea that I’m better off alone.

You can keep your flag and your political war—

I’m not your fucking soldier anymore!

They say, “Trust us, we’re the only way,”

Then they fuck you over on election day.

They promise you change, then they change their tune,

While your rent goes up and your paycheck shrinks soon.

They turn every issue into “us versus them,”

So you’ll never ask who’s fucking profiting again.

And if you dare to question the party line,

They call you a traitor, like you crossed some line.

I DON’T NEED A PARTY TO TELL ME WHO I AM!

I DON’T NEED A LEADER TO TELL ME WHERE I STAND!

I DON’T NEED A CULT TO TELL ME WHO TO HATE!

I DON’T NEED YOUR FUCKING PERMISSION TO BE FREE!

You can vote red, you can vote blue,

But don’t let the fucking party vote for you.

If your side’s corrupt, then call it what it is,

Don’t make excuses for the bullshit they did.

If your leader’s a liar, don’t swallow the bait,

Don’t defend their crimes just to win a debate.

You’re not a sheep, you’re not a pawn,

You’re a fucking human being—stand up and move on.

Red and blue, same fucking crew,

Selling you a lie that they swear is true.

Cult members screaming, “My side’s the best!”

While the same old bastards keep cashing the checks.

Fuck your party, fuck your throne,

Fuck the idea that I’m better off alone.

You can keep your flag and your political war—

I’m not your fucking soldier anymore!

NO MORE RED!

NO MORE BLUE!

NO MORE TELLING ME WHAT TO DO!

NO MORE CULTS!

NO MORE LIES!

OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES!