[Tempo: 84 BPM] [Key: D minor] [Timing: 5/4] [Intro: Heavy, driving, singular focus, funky, slap bass] [Instrumentation: Slap Bass solo, funky groove, light drum intro] [Solo Instrumental: slap bass, funky, groovy] [Hook: Spoken word, building to scream] [Instrumentation: Bass groove continues, drums kick in, syncopated Rhythm] [Vocalist: Zach de la Rocha] [Spoken Word: cynical tone]"Thought I was feeding the revolution. Expose the deep state lies. Thought I was stickin' it to the elite... Turns out it was just their dinner time." [Guttural scream] "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" [Verse 1: Staccato, aggressive rap] [Instrumentation: Tight rapcore, funk-metal groove, heavy slap bass, syncopated drums, occasional guitar scratch/effect] [Vocalist: aggressive rap, staccato flow, Zack de la Rocha] [Mood: accusatory] Punched my ticket to the slaughter;- smiled while I did it, Blind to the warning signs;- proudly committed. Covered my ears when truth came screaming, (That was just fake news, right?) Yeah, I joined their chant with patriotic fire, Didn't see it when they built MY funeral pyre. Thought I'd ride with the tide of the leopard's voice. .. Never thought MY face would be the feast of choice. [Pre-Chorus: Rhythmic chant] [Instrumentation: Drums build with tom-fills, rhythmic muted guitar stabs] [Mood: Building Anger, anthemic] [Vocalist: gang vocals, chanted]"EYE - Thought- THEY - were - on - MYYYY side!" [Vocalist: Solo, gritty, sneering] "Rode the wave like a king in the tide". [Vocalist: gang vocals, chanted] "EYE - Thought- THEY - were - on - MYYYY side!" [Pause:] [Vocals: Spoken, confused tone] "Wait ... What!?" [Chorus:] [Instrumentation: Full band crash, heavy distorted bass, driving drums, abrasive guitar riff] [Mood: Explosive, anthemic] [Vocals: Call and Response] They Ate My Face! :- (But I voted for them!). They Ate My Rights! :- (But I stood with them!). Face-eating leopards! :- (What did you expect?). Face-eating leopards! :- (Coming for your neck).. Who's next? (You're next! ) Who's next? (You're next!) [Verse 2: Punchy, rapcore staccato, driving, staccato flow] [Instrumentation: Bass groove resumes, bass-heavy, guitar noise and effects] [Mood: Disgusted, furious] The truth crashed through the lies, words burning down like ash. They promised: Trust us:- it's the others who'll crash. Hah!! Now I'm bagged, with the rest of their trash. Faith ain't armor, it's just a paper mask. Blew smoke with 'em, now I'm choking in the dark. Trapped in media chambers where echoes bark ... loud, Broke and hopeless, while fake heroes get crowned. Now I'm draped in a flag, that's become my own shroud. [Pre-Chorus: Rhythmic chant] [Instrumentation: Drums build, rhythmic guitar stabs][Mood: Building anger] [Vocalist: gang vocals, chanted]"EYE - Thought- THEY - were - on - MYYYY side!" [Vocalist: sung, gritty] "Rode the wave like a king in the tide" [Vocalist: gang vocals, chanted]"EYE - Thought- THEY - were - on - MYYYY side!" [Vocal Effect: Radio filter, spoken announcer voice] "Violence broke out at the rally…" "…supporters say they're shocked…" "…devoured by the very party they adored..." [Guttural scream] Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh-ahhhhhh-ahhhhh-ahhh!!!!!!! [Bridge: Climactic build, Tempo and intensity increase] [Instrumentation: drums pounding, guitar increasing loudness] [Mood: Intense, furious] System's broken, we're all choking, On promises that taste like lies. When the leopards come for feeding time, Every face becomes a prize. [Verse 3: Punchy rapcore rap flow, final accusation] [Instrumentation: Full groove, heavy and driving, chaotic guitar] [Vocalist: aggressive, rapid fire rap] [Mood: Vicious, realized] Clarity cuts like a blade, Carved into my skull way too late. They said "It's just a nibble" , Now they're feasting on our fate. Face-first in regret, Eyes wide with disbelief. Your leopard party membership? Just a ticket to be meat. They said It was just a nibble, Now it’s full-on feast. [Chorus:] They Ate My Face! :- (But I voted for them!). They Ate My Rights! :- (But I stood with them!). Face-eating leopards! :- (What did you expect?). Face-eating leopards! :- (Coming for your neck).. Who's next? You're next! Who's next? ......... [Vocalist: Spoken, menacing] "It's you. You're next" [Finale: Chaotic breakdown and fade] [Instrumentation: Descending chaos, laughter, bass groove returns, fades out] [Vocalist: maniacal laughter] "Ahhaahhhah-hhahahhaha-hahhahahahahahaaaaaa!!!!" [Outro:] [Instrumental Break: Bass Guitar, Rhythmic bassline] [Vocalist: Spoken, shocked tone] "Maybe next time I'll read the warning label." "Caution: The leopards always eat their own.".. . "Hah!" .. . [Vocalist: Spoken, sarcastic, dry tone] "Well... at least the libs didn't win.."
