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Redacted Wrath

lionking

· 2:39 · 5 plays · v3-preview

Lyrics

Verse 1

Locked files

Eyes tied shut, redacted lines

They say classified

But which side do you stand for, when the status lies?

Kids caught in crossfire, innocence taken

While they’re shaking hands, tax dollars fatten appetites

Private jets spin out through clouds, towers glare

Senators sipping summer—bills burn, truth never aired

One question

Where’s protection?

Who they saving, who they caging, who’s collecting on deception?

Maybe you’re silent when the children cry

Maybe the wolves circled, and you watched them from behind

Systematic sellout

Line my rage with facts—hollow men, fat checks, stripped with the mask

Pretend it’s patriotism, just profit—backdoor plans enacted

I see your hands in pockets, hear your hymns, hollow as absence

Chorus

We scream out—raise the voices, riot choir

We demand answers—burn down the liars

While you hide what the papers say—bleed our hopes dry

Sayin you serve, but you serve yourself, why?

We scream out—raise the voices, riot choir

Return what you stole—rage rides the wire

Post-Chorus

Shadows shape, the words decay

Secrets stain, gone astray

Shadows shape, the words decay

Angry choir—let em pray

Verse 2

Public trust is poison sucked from the well

Anaphora: Same sorry faces. Same stench of wealth. Same clutch on secrets, defending the strong

Kids go hungry in winter, tax breaks belong to the wrong

One choice—fight back or slip into the searchlight

No apology for anger, this betrayal’s my birthright

They hide dollars behind doctrine, flags over facts

Thirty years, same men bluff, while futures get taxed

I don’t care who you quote, 'cause the bodies stack

Epistrophe: You plead for peace, but profit never brings peace

You preach to screens, but honesty’s off the screen

I won’t let your denial define the mean

Chorus

We scream out—raise the voices, riot choir

We demand answers—burn down the liars

While you hide what the papers say—bleed our hopes dry

Sayin you serve, but you serve yourself, why?

We scream out—raise the voices, riot choir

Return what you stole—rage rides the wire

Post-Chorus

Shadows shape, the words decay

Secrets stain, gone astray

Shadows shape, the words decay

Angry choir—let em pray

Bridge

Alliteration: Hushed halls, hidden harm

Anaphora: Not for the children, not for the mothers, not for the bruised

You play the martyr in tailored suits

Count your wins, choke on truth

Ledger heavy, hands unclean

Show receipts, show scars unseen

History breathes out names you refuse

Can’t cloud the sunrise

Can’t buy our silence

Chorus

We scream out—raise the voices, riot choir

We demand answers—burn down the liars

While you hide what the papers say—bleed our hopes dry

Sayin you serve, but you serve yourself, why?

We scream out—raise the voices, riot choir

Return what you stole—rage rides the wire

Post-Chorus

Shadows shape, the words decay

Secrets stain, gone astray

Shadows shape, the words decay

Angry choir—let em pray

Outro

Let them pray

Let them pray again

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