[Intro]
[Epic emotional violin solo]
[Atmospheric synth pads, deep reverb]
[Rising tension string ensemble]
[Pre-Chorus]
[Strings build-up, emotional operatic backing vocals]
They sell the lie with pretty words, (8)
They blind our eyes and cage the birds. (8)
Two sides are fighting, walls go high, (8)
We choose a side or choose to die. (8)
[Verse 1]
[Dark trap beat drops hard, heavy 808, aggressive deep male rap flow]
You made me who I am inside today, (10)
A thousand voices tell me what to say. (10)
What I once loved is what I hate right now, (10)
The colors fade away, I don't know how. (10)
The weight is heavy and the dark is near, (10)
Inside the chaos, I am full of fear. (10)
They try to bend me just to fit their mold, (10)
They want my soul to do what I am told. (10)
But I would rather stand and walk alone, (10)
Than be a puppet on their bloody throne. (10)
[Pre-Chorus]
[Strings swell, epic build-up, rising energy]
They sell the lie with pretty words, (8)
They blind our eyes and cage the birds. (8)
Two sides are fighting, walls go high, (8)
We choose a side or choose to die. (8)
[Chorus]
[Epic orchestral drop, full orchestra, dramatic choir, powerful belts]
But sometimes silence is the only place left, (11)
To hear your own voice and to save your own breath. (11)
Cos I would rather stay alone on my own, (11)
Than be a piece-of-shit puppet they own. (11)
[Verse 2]
[Double-time trap beat, fast aggressive rap, fast violin stabs, rolling hi-hats]
They reach a hand and help us to arrive, (10)
Then steal our money just to stay alive. (10)
We live in chains that we can never see, (10)
They make it comfy so we think we're free. (10)
They make the rules and break them every day, (10)
They find a loophole and they walk away. (10)
You speak the truth and then you pay the price, (10)
They choose the money, turning hearts to ice. (10)
They look at others just to throw the blame, (10)
A broken world and everything's in flame. (10)
[Pre-Chorus]
[Music cuts back to only violins, tense, emotional vocals]
They sell the lie with pretty words, (8)
They blind our eyes and cage the birds. (8)
[Chorus-Finale]
[Grand finale, maximum energy, full orchestra, heavy 808, explosive choir]
But sometimes silence is the only place left, (11)
To hear your own voice and to save your own breath. (11)
Cos I would rather stay alone on my own, (11)
Than be a piece-of-shit puppet they own. (11)
[Outro]
[Beat fades out, lingering sad violin, quiet breathing, sudden silence]
[End]
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