Blackout Sermon

[Verse 1]
Scroll past flames on a tiny glass coffin
Every thumbprint talkin like they prophets
All caps courage, basement apostles
Preachin ‘bout storms, never seen a real problem
Sharpen their teeth on a headline
Quote outta context like a gang sign
Smile in a selfie at a landslide
Ask if I’m “okay” while the kids drown in the riptide
[Pre-Chorus]
You say “that’s sad”
Then you sip your drink
Throw hearts on hurt
Never stop to think
[Chorus]
I’m so sick of this plague called “I don’t care” (yeah)
Every blank stare feels like warfare
You pray for peace then you load that gun
Blame the blood on “just havin fun”
You call it truth, it’s just convenience
You call it peace, it’s obedience
World so proud of its ignorance
I’m past rage now, this is vengeance
[Verse 2]
Laugh track runs over real life sirens
Clip goes viral, whole world silent
Post that “thoughts” with a fake concern
Then toss another match, watch the bodies burn
Selling cheap hope in a plastic bottle
Hashtag “blessed” while you floor the throttle
Kids in cages on a grainy screen
You change the channel, chase a brighter scene
[Pre-Chorus]
You say “too much”
So you shut it out
Turn up the noise
Drown the doubt
[Chorus]
I’m so sick of this plague called “I don’t care” (hey)
Every blank stare feels like warfare
You pray for peace then you load that gun
Blame the blood on “just havin fun”
You call it truth, it’s just convenience
You call it peace, it’s obedience
World so proud of its ignorance
I’m past rage now, this is vengeance
[Bridge]
Let the sky go black
Let the towers crack
Still you’d film it all
For a clever caption
When the ocean climbs
Up your perfect lawn
You’ll refresh the feed
Ask what “really happened” (wake up)
[Chorus]
I’m so sick of this plague called “I don’t care”
Every blank stare feels like warfare
You pray for peace then you load that gun
Blame the blood on “just havin fun”
You call it truth, it’s just convenience
You call it peace, it’s obedience
World so proud of its ignorance
I’m past rage now, this is vengeance
[Outro]
Let it echo in the static
Your comfort’s built on caskets
If this whole place goes down in flames
It’s ‘cause you looked away
And forgot our names

rap, Rapcore hybrid over murky dark-ambient pads, sub-heavy drones, and distant industrial hits. Male vocals, verses in a tight, seething rap pocket that flares into screamed hooks with distorted doubles. Guitars grind in the midrange on choruses, drums lurch between half-time stomps and frantic bursts. Reverb-drenched noise swells and feedback tails glue sections; final chorus slams then drops into a cold, minimal outro., ambient, world, dark ambient