[Verse 1 – Spitfire Rap Flow]
Drag the flag through the ash and the bloodstains,
Preach peace while you're loading the hate trains.
Mask off? Nah—we're faceless by design,
Fighting shadows in a war built by their minds.
They said rage, but they branded it retail,
Sold rebellion in a box with a barcode and detail.
Marching in circles with a noose for a spine,
Pointing fingers at the mirror while we rot from inside.
[Pre-Chorus – Screamed/Chanted]
This ain’t war—it’s theater with knives,
Fangs on the leash and they still take lives.
False prophets, profit on the screams,
And we tear down hope for their machine.
[Chorus – Melodic but Aggressive]
Hope on fire—burning from the inside,
Fist in the sky, but we’re swinging at the blind side.
Truth’s a ghost in a house made of liars,
And we dance in the smoke with our hope on fire.
[Verse 2 – Rapped with Grit]
Puppets in a protest, fighting smoke with gasoline,
Pawns thinking they’re kings in a rigged machine.
Claws out—but we scratch at the wrong cage,
Feeding the beast while we scream out rage.
They give us targets made of cardboard lies,
We aim low, and the real ones rise.
Divide, distract, and sell the revolt—
Rebels with receipts in a dead man’s cult.
[Breakdown – Growled/Screamed]
BOOM goes the truth when it don’t fit the script!
Who’s the enemy when the lens is flipped?!
You kill your kin, but you call it a cause,
While the architects grin and rewrite the laws!
[Verse 3 – Faster Rap Flow / Building Intensity]
Woke up screaming with a mask in my hand,
Swore I was free but I followed the brand.
Carved truth on my chest with a corporate knife,
Thinking I was fighting, but I fed their hype.
They said “riot,” but they filtered the feed,
Gave us targets, took away the need.
Now I’m spitting fire in a padded cell,
Where the silence is sold and the chaos sells.
[Bridge – Spoken, Distorted Voice]
"Keep them angry. Keep them loud.
Feed them names. Never the crown."
[Final Chorus – More Chaotic, Layered Vocals]
Hope on fire—we’re choking on the ashes,
Torch in hand, but we’re blind to the matches.
Truth's a ghost in a house made of liars,
Still dancing in the smoke with our hope on fire...
[Outro – Whisper to Roar]
Hope… on… fire…
Hope…
On…
FIRE!!
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