Verse I open my screen and it's not even rage that hits first just the ache the way headlines drip like leaky pipes flooding every corner with rot while everyone pretends it's dry They've weaponized the scroll each post a little snarl a trap masked as a thought Echo chambers tuned to frequency FRACTURE Compassion's gone quiet meanwhile the algorithm's preaching war in the tone of whispers that sound like your own voice It's not chaos It's choreography Verse Somewhere hope still tries to breathe gasping between clickbait and outrage smothered by people who've mistaken surrender for truth They gave up the fight and now sharpen despair into spears for the rest of us They don't want better they want scorched They want us ash so they don't have to watch anyone bloom If they can't stand They say no one should Chorus We're tired not just worn but gutted Dragged down by those who'd rather see ruin than seek out the light Where difference is danger and breathing defiance: Black trans disabled Woman and migrant, named like crimes Living lives like war zones They build their empires from our stolen breath but we still breathe even if it's through gritted teeth Verse Behind the memes the noise the fake fires lit to keep us blind they're writing laws in locked rooms signing our futures into private bank accounts While we bicker over flags and bathrooms They are consolidating control like it's a vintage wine to be sipped slowly while democracy decays in the basement This isn't about sides it's about systems that scatter bodies like ash and make bricks from the bone Chorus We're tired and still standing Dragged yes but not drowned They want us small silent snarling at each other instead of staring up and asking: Who's making the puppets dance? Bridge You think it's chaos? Look closer They divide us by design They taught you who to hate so you wouldn't notice your pockets were being emptied while they built a palace on your back It's not madness it's money Chorus We're tired of dancing to drums we never beat Of fighting their wars while they count receipts Of seeing the truth buried beneath a thousand slogans and a million distractions They call it freedom but only if it's their vision They call it law but only if it cages They call it order but it's theft in slow motion Outro This rage was designed They drew the map laid the traps and handed us matches While we burn each other they toast to the flames It's not left versus right It's the top versus all And they're winning and they will 'til we stop accepting that chaos Is the cost of this delusion that we are free we're not free ...no not free We were never free
