(Intro – low, tense"Guitar, Drums)
You wear conviction like a rented suit,
stitched from slogans you don’t believe.
Every word a polished counterfeit,
every promise built to deceive.
(Verse 1)
You flood the air with sharpened noise,
turning doubt into a trade.
Drawing borders through every voice,
selling fear like it’s handmade.
You preach control from gilded chairs,
counting profit in broken trust.
Calling order what’s clearly rot,
dressing greed in borrowed dust.
(Pre-Chorus)
I hear you speak — it all rings hollow,
a script rehearsed a thousand times.
No truth behind the eyes you borrow,
just echoes dressed as grand designs.
(Chorus)
Drive to hell — take your body full of lies,
your paper masks and hollow cries.
Take your hunger, take your schemes,
leave us out of your twisted dreams.
Drive to hell — with your grand parade,
your smiling deals already decayed.
We don’t need what you try to sell —
just drive… straight to hell.
(Verse 2)
You build your towers out of names
you’ll never learn, you’ll never face.
Reducing lives to moving sums,
erasing every trace.
You trade in futures not your own,
signing fates with steady hands.
While calling ruin “necessary,”
like anyone still understands.
(Solo Heavy Guitar powerful)
(Pre-Chorus)
The more you speak, the less remains,
just empty frames of borrowed pride.
A thousand masks, a thousand names —
nothing living left inside.
(Chorus )
Drive to hell — take your body full of lies,
your paper masks and hollow cries.
Take your hunger, take your schemes,
leave us out of your twisted dreams.
Drive to hell — with your grand parade,
your smiling deals already decayed.
We don’t need what you try to sell —
just drive… straight to hell.
(Bridge – slower, crushing)
No more banners, no more games,
no more guilt we didn’t earn.
You fed the fire, you lit the fuse —
now watch it burn without return.
We step aside, we cut the thread,
you lose your stage, you lose your crowd.
What you built on borrowed breath
won’t stand when silence gets too loud.
(Final Chorus – extended)
Drive to hell — take your body full of lies,
every truth you’ve compromised.
Take your power, take your claim,
we refuse to play your game.
Drive to hell — hear it clear and well,
no more stories left to sell.
We walk away, we break the spell —
now drive… yourselves… to hell.
StormFire