[Intro – Guttural Chant]
Choke on the dollar, bleed for the throne,
Born into a slaughterhouse we’ll never own.
[Verse 1 – Blistering Speed / Gutturals]
Concrete veins pump poison through the streets,
Cash-fed kings dine on butchered beliefs.
We're cattle in suits, stitched tight with debt,
Crowned by a system that cashes our death.
They sell us hope through a needle and screen,
We swallow the gospel of the god-machine.
Every law’s a leash, every rule a brand,
Now bite the chain with your broken hands.
[Breakdown 1 – Slam Groove, Screamed]
Mouths full of fire, but we scream in cages,
Truth’s in the morgue and the lie still rages.
You’re not awake—you’re a product in decay,
Marching to your grave with your bills to pay.
[Chorus – Slam Vocal/Growled]
FEED! THE! LIES!
Grind our bones into dollar signs!
FEED! THE! LIES!
Life means nothing when the price is right!
We are the blood in the gears,
The ghost in the vault—no voice, just fear!
[Verse 2 – Faster, Chaotic Rhythms]
They paved the path with the backs of the poor,
Built cathedrals with warheads and credit scores.
Smile for the cameras, die in the dirt,
Wrapped in flags that were stitched to hurt.
You call it freedom—I call it the mask,
A system of slaughter behind every task.
Faith’s just currency when the truth gets sold,
And heaven’s just hell if it's bought in gold.
[Breakdown 2 – Even Heavier, Downtempo]
GUT THE SKY—
Drain the sun for profit’s high.
BURN THE EARTH—
Because the bottom line defines our worth.
[Bridge – Whisper to Screech]
Lie. Sell. Repeat.
Build the beast and call it peace.
Lie. Sell. Repeat.
When the crown's corrupt, the rot runs deep.
[Verse 3 – Post-Bridge / Controlled Chaos]
We kneel to the market, pray to the screen,
Sacrifice soul for a digital dream.
Truth got buried in a platinum tomb,
While the rich toast wine to the working-class womb.
They sell us futures laced with disease,
And call it progress when we drop to our knees.
No justice—just interest, cold and precise,
We’re not citizens, we’re collateral sliced.
[Final Chorus – Layered Vocals / Devastating Intensity]
FEED! THE! LIES!
Grind our bones into dollar signs!
FEED! THE! LIES!
Die for the dream that money designs!
We are the ash in the flame,
The silence they claim,
The faceless remains—
FEED THE LIES!
[Final Chorus – (Repeat with Fury)]
FEED! THE! LIES!
Grind our bones into dollar signs!
FEED! THE! LIES!
Life means nothing when the price is right!
We are the blood in the gears,
The ghost in the vault—no voice, just fear!
[Last Chorus – Twisted Variation / Climactic Finish]
DROWN! IN! LIES!
Watch the sky bleed gold as the nation dies!
DROWN! IN! LIES!
Truth was sold in a televised suicide!
We are the echoes in chains,
The names in the flames,
The dead with no graves—
FEED THE LIES.
[Outro – Spoken Over Feedback / Sound Collage]
“You were never free.
You were just... profitable.”
FeedTheLies
