[Intro – marching drums, riots, sirens] Listen to that… That’s not fear anymore. That’s choice. Some of you still kneel like obedient little pricks… Some of you finally stood the fuck up. Now we see who survives. [Verse 1 – cold, direct] Brother hates brother, blood on the floor Same front door, now it feels like war Mama still praying, son kicked it in Said “your god stayed silent, so let me begin” Cities split right down the spine Half want peace, half want fire and crime Old men screaming “keep control” Young ones laughing while they steal the whole throne You can’t patch cracks this deep with hope Can’t fix poison by pretending it’s growth Truth walked in and it made shit bleed Funny how honesty looks like greed [Pre-Chorus – rising pressure] You want safety? Too fucking late. History doesn’t give a shit Who felt comfortable. [Chorus – massive anthem] PICK A FUCKING SIDE DON’T STAND STILL YOU’RE EITHER WITH THE FIRE OR YOU’RE FEEDING THE KILL PICK A FUCKING SIDE NO MORE PRAYERS WHEN THE WORLD STARTS BURNING EVERY BASTARD DECLARES PICK A FUCKING SIDE NO MORE LIES WHEN THE FUCKING WALLS COME DOWN WE FIND OUT WHO SURVIVES [Verse 2 – sharper, nastier] Pastors panicking with blood on hands Sold-out leaders making weak last stands Police lines shaking, flags on fire Every rotten system chokes on desire Friends stop talking, families split Some call it justice, some call it shit Truth is simple, ugly and mean Power never leaves without a scream You ask me why I push so hard Because soft little lies built these scars Because peace without truth is a padded cell And comfort is just a prettier hell [Bridge – stripped, spoken] Neutral is cute… Until the house is fucking burning And you’re still standing there Asking whose fault the smoke is. [Breakdown – gang chant + demon roar] CHOOSE. NOW. CHOOSE. NOW. (deep demon roar) STAND FOR SOMETHING OR GET BURIED WITH THE COWARD CROWD [Final Chorus – full force] PICK A FUCKING SIDE THIS IS IT NO MORE WAITING NO MORE POLISHED LITTLE SHIT PICK A FUCKING SIDE LET IT SHOW WHO’S READY FOR THE FALL AND WHO’S TOO SCARED TO GO PICK A FUCKING SIDE BLOOD OR LIGHT EVERY FUCKING SOUL GETS MEASURED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FIGHT [Outro – low, final] Silence is still a choice… And cowardice still smells the same.
