[Verse 1] You locked the doors, then called it care, Cut off the work, cut off the prayer. Left people alone with the walls closing in, Then blamed their breaking on a weakness within. You counted the cases, ignored the despair— Don’t tell me you saved us. You weren’t even there. You took our choices, then polished the chain. I remember the silence. I remember the pain. [Chorus] Cut the strings—I see your hands. You don’t speak for me; you don’t own this land. Keep your podium, your polished lies; We see the cracks behind your eyes. You built your throne on the backs of the tired— Now hear us coming, louder, wired. You call us divided, you call us afraid— We’re done being quiet while you get paid. [Verse 2] You send billions overseas while our own sleep outside, Tell hungry people “be patient” with a straight face and smile. You call it protection; I call it a choice. A budget has a number. So does a starving child’s voice. You pave over farmland, sell a future in rows, Then act like the earth never shifts, never grows. Keep your clean little slogan, your corporate green— I see who gets rich behind the screen. [Verse 3] You give us two names, say “pick one, decide,” Same donors, same handlers, same deals underneath. A ballot’s not freedom if the menu’s controlled; You can’t call it choice when the outcome’s been sold. You wave us at China like we’re pawns in a game— I don’t want your empire, whichever flag gets the fame. No kings in a suit, no puppets on strings, No global master deciding everything. [Verse 4] I want people who come here to build and belong, But don’t burn our flag, then demand we stay wrong. Don’t spit on the neighbors who opened the door, Then call every question a threat or a war. And don’t blame whole communities for what leaders incite— They feed us division, then hide out of sight. Your cameras track faces, your AI takes pay, Your feeds fake the truth, then bury the day. Fake names, fake stories, fake news for the crowd— You made us distrust you. Say it out loud. [Bridge] Who’s the snake? The suit? The screen? The throne? The boardroom whispering, “Leave them alone.” You hide behind titles, procedures, and laws— But every hidden hand still answers for cause. I won’t be your pawn. I won’t wear your disguise. I’ll question your power right there in your eyes. [Final Chorus] Cut the strings—I see your hands. You don’t speak for me; you don’t own this land. Keep your podium, your polished lies; We see the cracks behind your eyes. You built your throne on the backs of the tired— Now hear us coming, louder, wired. You call us divided, you call us afraid— We’re done being quiet while you get paid.
