[Intro — swagger riff, half-laugh delivery]
Yeah—
Okay.
Let’s pretend this is new.
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[Verse 1 — jaunty, strutting]
They sell rebellion pre-approved,
Comes with instructions, nothing rude.
Say “speak your truth,” but not too loud,
And don’t you dare name names in the crowd.
Everybody wants a villain,
Everybody wants a cause—
But the minute you start aiming up,
They change the fucking laws.
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[Pre-Chorus — tightening grin]
You can scream until you’re hoarse,
They’ll call it passion, not a warning.
They don’t hear a goddamn thing
As long as tomorrow keeps performing.
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[Chorus — infectious, punchy]
Everybody’s acting shocked,
Like this wasn’t always baked in.
Hands up, mouths shut—
Now say it with conviction.
You think screaming makes a dent?
You think truth gets through that door?
They love it when you fight each other—
Keeps you from the fucking source.
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[Verse 2 — playful venom]
They’ll clap for you when you’re broken,
Hand you a mic, then cut the cord.
Tell you “change comes from within,”
While they’re guarding every board.
You can bleed out in the comments,
Get a blue check for your pain—
They’ll monetize your spiral
Then call it “raising awareness again.”
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[Pre-Chorus — shorter, sharper]
You don’t need a bigger platform,
You need to notice who’s not scared.
Funny how the loudest voices
Never seem to lose their chair.
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[Chorus — repeat, bigger]
Everybody’s acting shocked,
Like this wasn’t always planned.
They sell the problem back to you
With a logo and a brand.
You think yelling makes ‘em blink?
You think they don’t sleep at night?
They sleep just fine on all your noise
‘Cause you never aim it right.
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[Bridge — stripped, deadpan truth]
(spoken)
They don’t hate you.
They don’t fear you.
They don’t even disagree.
You’re just part of the background sound
They learned to live with comfortably.
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[Break — half-time, grin-through-teeth]
So go ahead—
Say the thing.
Just don’t act surprised
When nothing changes.
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[Final Chorus — full release]
Everybody’s acting shocked,
Like the script just fell apart.
This machine eats outrage whole
And spits it back as art.
You wanna burn it to the ground?
You better look past the screen—
‘Cause the loudest mess you’ll ever make
Is touching what’s unseen.
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[Outro — riff rings, last jab]
Same mess.
New packaging.
Smile for the camera.
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