Villains

Sierra used to laugh, say, “One day we’re gone”  
Now her chair’s a ghost and the clock drags on  
He sees memos written like loaded guns  
Smiles in the boardroom, knives when it’s done  
They say, “Sign here, keep quiet, play nice”  
While they build their thrones out of overtime nights  
He learned to hear the truth in the things unsaid  
Now the whispers in the wires won’t leave his head
So Ed walks slow through the hive in his borrowed tie  
Heartbeat steady like a war drum under fluorescent skies  
He’s up against corruption, greed, abuse, deceit, and lies  
One evil bitch with a faceless mask and dead glass eyes  
He doesn’t pray for mercy, doesn’t beg or run  
He’s drawing up a silent storm, one man against the sun  
He’ll burn their paper castle down from deep inside  
’Cause revolutions sometimes wear a name badge and a tired smile
She talks in policy and hollow praise  
Turns broken people into metrics on a page  
Her voice is sugar poured over rust  
Every promise just a weapon wrapped in trust  
She’s got favorites branded, scapegoats lined  
Files like shackles on a server spine  
HR posters peeling off the walls  
While she buries every honest soul who calls
Ed keeps his gaze dull, keeps his shoulders low  
But his flash drive’s heavy with the things he knows  
Screenshots stacked like matches in his drawer  
Every lie she signed now a mark of war
He’s up against corruption, greed, abuse, deceit, and lies  
One evil bitch with a faceless mask and dead glass eyes  
He doesn’t pray for mercy, doesn’t beg or run  
He’s drawing up a silent storm, one man against the sun  
He’ll burn their paper castle down from deep inside  
’Cause revolutions sometimes wear a name badge and a tired smile
He remembers Sierra saying, “Don’t die for this place  
If it ever comes to war, make sure you choose your face.”  
He’s got timestamps, signatures, altered rows  
The empire’s rot in tidy columns shows  
Something in his silence sets her teeth on edge  
’Cause she’s never met a target who could write the pledge
Still up against corruption, greed, abuse, deceit, and lies  
One evil bitch with a cracking mask and frightened eyes    
He’ll send it all at once to every screen in town  
And watch her nameless kingdom finally choke and drown
When the sirens of the headlines start to wail and ring  
He packs a cardboard box, takes not a single thing  
Walks past her office with its blinds half‑drawn  
Just a ghost of a smile, and then he’s gone  
’Cause some wars don’t need a banner or a marching band  
Just one tired man with a quiet, ruthless plan

folk, Shiny dark pop production with female vocals; plucky muted guitars and tight drum groove in the verses, big synth