Cry at the End by Soundsystem - Zona

Cry at the End by Soundsystem - Zona

Lyrics

Verse 1

Tired of the noise on the six o’clock screen

Every headline twisted, painted red and blue mean

Say the system’s broken but you’re breaking it more

Hands tied on the cops while you’re screaming “no law”

You light the match, then you cry when it burns

Point fingers everywhere, never wait your turn

Talk about peace with a brick in your palm

Chaos in the streets, then you play like you’re harmed

Pre-Chorus

You shout real loud ‘bout the fights you choose

Then hide behind tears when it’s time to lose

Chorus

I’m sick of the agenda, sick of the lies

Sick of the script and the victim disguise

You poke the bear, then you act surprised

When the night goes dark and the truth collides

Hands off the law, then you scream “save me”

Break every rule, then blame the safety

I’m done with the games, done with pretend

You can’t start the fire, then cry at the end

Verse 2

Every cop’s a villain in your edited frame

But you dial that badge when you’re scared of the flame

You chant about justice, but dodge the blame

Selective outrage, same old name

You tear down statues, rewrite the past

Cancel a voice if it talks too fast

If facts don’t fit, then facts gotta go

Truth gets buried under fake moral glow

Pre-Chorus

You call it progress, I call it control

Paint me the enemy, absolve your soul

Chorus

I’m sick of the agenda, sick of the lies

Sick of the script and the victim disguise

You poke the bear, then you act surprised

When the night goes dark and the truth collides

Hands off the law, then you scream “save me”

Break every rule, then blame the safety

I’m done with the games, done with pretend

You can’t start the fire, then cry at the end

Bridge

Accountability’s a word you avoid

Everything’s trauma, nothing’s a choice

You shout “defund” from a guarded gate

Protected by the thing you claim to hate

Final Chorus

I’m sick of the agenda, sick of the spin

Sick of the saints with original sin

You burn it all down, then demand repair

Screaming injustice while gasping for air

This ain’t compassion, it’s power in pain

Weaponized tears in a runaway train

Say it’s oppression, but you hold the pen

You can’t start the war, then cry at the end

Outro

Yeah, I see the pattern, I see the play

Flip the truth, duck the cost, walk away

I’m done being quiet, done being polite

You don’t get the crown just by losing the fight