[Intro]
Static on the screen.
Boots on the street.
Smile for the cameras,
Choke on your teeth.
[Verse 1]
They built a throne out of borrowed bones,
Sold us cages and called them homes.
Paper kings with plastic crowns,
Laughing while the whole damn city drowns.
Tax the blood, bless the blade,
Paint the rot in a golden shade.
Tell the poor to learn respect,
While the rich put chains around our necks.
[Pre-Chorus]
No saints in suits.
No gods in flags.
Just dead-eyed liars
Counting body bags.
[Chorus]
Fuck your crown!
Fuck your throne!
Fuck every bastard bought and owned!
We are the teeth in the machine,
The black smoke rising from the dream.
Fuck your laws when your laws don’t bleed,
Fuck your peace when your peace means greed.
You wanted quiet? You wanted control?
Now hear the riot in our soul!
[Verse 2]
They feed us fear through a silver spoon,
Call it order when the boots come through.
“Know your place, keep your head down low,”
But the underground learned how to grow.
Every paycheck is a shallow grave,
Every headline is a leash to wave.
Every promise came with a knife,
Every lie took another bite.
[Pre-Chorus]
No saints in suits.
No gods in flags.
Just dead-eyed liars
Counting body bags.
[Chorus]
Fuck your crown!
Fuck your throne!
Fuck every bastard bought and owned!
We are the teeth in the machine,
The black smoke rising from the dream.
Fuck your laws when your laws don’t bleed,
Fuck your peace when your peace means greed.
You wanted quiet? You wanted control?
Now hear the riot in our soul!
[Bridge]
This is not a prayer.
This is not a plea.
This is every broken voice
They never wanted free.
This is every kid
With a boot on their chest.
Every working hand
That never got rest.
This is not clean.
This is not nice.
This is what happens
When you raise the price.
[Breakdown]
Red tape funeral.
Black flag choir.
Gold-plated parasites
Preaching from the fire.
Smile for the cameras.
Lie through your teeth.
We’ll be the noise
Underneath.
Fuck your silence.
Fuck your shame.
Fuck the system
That forgot our names.
[Final Chorus]
Fuck your crown!
Fuck your throne!
Fuck every bastard bought and owned!
We are the teeth in the machine,
The black smoke rising from the dream.
Fuck your laws when your laws don’t bleed,
Fuck your peace when your peace means greed.
You wanted quiet? You wanted control?
Now hear the riot in our soul!
[Outro]
Static on the screen.
Boots on the street.
Smile for the cameras,
Choke on your teeth.
Red tape funeral.
Black flag choir.
Ashrot lit the match—
Now sing in the fire.
