Airborne

They line us up and call it choice

Teach us how to use our voice

As long as it don’t shake the floor

As long as we don’t ask for more

Smiles stapled, eyes shut tight

Swallow fear and call it right

Every thought pre-approved

Every doubt neatly removed

They sell us peace in plastic cups

Say “drink it slow, don’t fuck it up”

Truth come sharp, they dull the blade

Then blame the cut on what you said

I see the cracks, I hear the scream

Underneath the fake routine

You feel it too, don’t lie to me

That itch to tear and fucking flee

Peel the skin, expose the lie

Why we scared to look inside?

You want wings but fear the fall

So you kneel and beg for walls

We rise, we choke, we fucking fall

Call it order, call it law

You want the crown without the cost

You want a voice but stay damn lost

High above, eyes stitched shut

Truth tastes bitter, spit it up

You want control, you want release

You want everything but responsibility

They preach unity in straight lines

Draw the borders in our minds

Pick a side, wear the badge

Wear your rage like it’s fashion

Screens glow bright, brains go dim

Every god got ads in him

We don’t live, we just repeat

Same dead rhythm, different beat

Individual, stripped and sold

Sand the edges, keep it cold

Don’t stand out, don’t stand alone

Blend in nice, turn to stone

Say “that’s life,” shrug it off

Like that explains the silent cough

That pressure sittin’ in your chest

That heavy weight you never address

They don’t need chains, they don’t need bars

Just keep you tired, scared, and small

If you never lift your head

You’ll thank the boot that keeps you bent

We rise, we choke, we fucking fall

Call it order, call it law

You want the crown without the cost

You want a voice but stay damn lost

High above, eyes stitched shut

Truth tastes bitter, spit it up

You want control, you want release

You want everything but responsibility

Life don’t care if you behave

It eats the brave and feeds the tame

You either burn or you decay

You either think or drift away

You pray for signs, you pray for peace

While burying what makes you unique

You call it calm, you call it sane

I call it fear with a prettier name

If this is normal, fuck normal

If this is sane, I’m fucking feral

I’d rather bleed, I’d rather feel

Than live numb off someone else’s deal

You weren’t born to wait your turn

You weren’t built to never burn

They didn’t steal your will away

You gave it up a little every day

We rise, we choke, we fucking fall

Still pretendin’ none of it’s our fault

You want the truth but not the weight

You want the fruit without the taste

High above or face-down low

It’s all the same if you never know

The cost of sight, the price of thought

The war it takes to be what you’re not

Look up — it’s terrifying

Good

That means you’re still alive