Lyrics

The elders talk in circles, say it's all for peace
But they're feeding a machine that never wants to cease
Took my slice of freedom, gave it to a stranger
Called it moral duty, but its dressed in danger

They print a lot of money, calling it saving grace
Send it down the highway, vanished with no trace
We once bled together, now they draw a line
Turn a neighbor into a beast, and call it a holy sign

Cousins in the crossfire dying for a line
While suits cash in, claiming it's divine
If this ain't for profit, then show me the score
Cause we've lost trust in the ones that send us to war

The watchers build their towers, sell our fears in code
Eyes behind the curtain, tracking every node
We gamble on a promise, chase a crooked dream
While the kings rig the table and pocket everything

They tell us there's ladder, but they're pulling up the rungs
Poppin’ Addies in their castles while we poison our lungs
Working mans a number, written in a lie
While the brokers toast the battles we’re made to fight and die

We've tallied every theft, every lie you tried to spin
Now the hands that built your empire are done letting you win
This ain't a plea it's doctrine, written in the dirt
By men who buried brothers while you measured our worth

We're organized and rising, not a riot but a plan
Unconquered warriors in the body of all man
The age of kings is over, hear the crack beneath your steeple
We don't want your seat at the table, we've come to free the people