[Intro]
(Spoken deep, glacial male voice over the sound of a humming transformer and a distant siren)
Trust the badge...
Trust the shield...
Until it’s the last thing you see before the lights go out...
And the darkness takes you in.
(Beat kicks in hard)
[Verse 1]
They wore blue like a fucking shield
But the badge was just a blade
First they smashed my cousin's truck
And called it a state raid
They slipped a pipe beneath the seat
Said, "Look what we found here"
He spent six months in a metal cage
Staring down his goddamn fear
Back at the diner by the I-9
They shook down the till for change
Said the owner was dirty, a dealer on the line
While the world looked on, strange
[Pre-Chorus]
Small town... that same thin smile
Same heavy hand on the gun
They’ll chase you down for a thousand miles
Until there’s nowhere left to run
[Chorus]
(Guttural roar, heavy distorted riffs)
Plant the proof! Lie it clean!
Every badge serves the dirty machine!
Small town hands and a sick little game
Destroy the soul and burn every name!
But the wronged don't stay down
No, the wronged don't stay down
When you push a man to the breaking
He’s gonna take his goddamn crown!
[Verse 2]
They tagged a kid on the corner of Main
For a fight he never did start
Lost the body cam footage, threw the truth in the drain
Tore a decent young family apart
They kicked in my brother's door in the grey half-light
Said he had that rock in his vest
Two months in the misery, slipping into a fight
With a goddamn shadow, nothing more nor less
They framed a single mother with a bag full of white
While they pointed the finger in the dark of the night
They laughed in the hallway, They laughed in the hall
They didn't think for one second the bastard would fall
[Pre-Chorus]
Small town... that same thin smile
Same heavy hand on the gun
They keep on stacking the misery pile
Until everything’s goddamn undone
[Chorus]
(Guttural roar, heavy distorted riffs)
Plant the proof! Lie it fuckin’ clean!
Every badge serves the dirty machine!
Small town hands and a sick little game
Destroy the soul and burn every name!
But the wronged don't stay down
No, the wronged don't stay down
When you push a man to the breaking
He’s gonna take his goddamn crown!
[Bridge]
(Beats drop to a pulsing, vibrating industrial throb. Voice drops to a sinister whisper)
Then they came for the mechanic... the one man they couldn't break
In the pouring rain behind the shop, they made their last mistake.
Tried to lean on him, tried to put him in the ground
But the little man had a file... and the traces were found.
(Music begins to swell, crescendo of automation and noise)
He wasn't holding parts—he was holding every receipt
Every bribed cop, every payoff, every body on the street.
He wasn't begging for mercy—he was drafting the plan
To turn the hunters into the hunted... he was the better man.
[Guitar Solo]
(Screaming, distorted solo that shifts from desperate pain to a fierce triumph)
[Final Chorus]
(Absolute wall of sound,maximum energy)
Plant the proof! Lie it fuckin’ clean!
The world is waking up to the dirty machine!
Small town hands, the deeds are all shown
The King of the Wasteland is coming for his throne!
The wronged won't stay down
No, the wronged won't stay down
We tore the shield right out of their claws
Now we’re breaking back... your fucking laws!
[Outro]
(Music fades to a single percussive mechanical beat. Voice is calm, victorious, and cold.)
The handcuffs changed hands today.
The jail’s got a new set of guests.
And I’ll be the one signing the papers.
(Beat stops abruptly)
Sorry, you don't have a lawyer.
(Deep laughter)
Enjoy your feast... you're on the menu now.
(Final massive crash of drums)
[End]
PrinceShawn
