[Verse 1] The board room - quiet space, Smooth suits, polished face. They print words upon the wall, Hollow slogans down the hall. [Verse 2] The rough edge, Now dead, Smooth new brand - Top-down, just rules, We are the tools. [Chorus] When we ask - They smile, “Wild, just wild.” But it’s them, Top down - The corporate crown. [Verse 3] Mails from above, Irony show. Could’ve asked the team - Real, true dream, But they’d rather Run the whole flow. [Verse 4] Fake flag, Neat ties, Closed doors, Navy prize. Dream of the days We were free - You and me. [Verse 5] No voice left, They push and push - A thousand rules, A quiet hush. Their mail says it’s all fine, But it’s not - The line That breaks, that bends When the wild spirit ends. [Chorus] When the spirit fades, They hide - “Still wild, don’t mind.” But it’s them - Not us - Their rules, their bind. When the spirit fades, They hide - “Still wild, don’t mind.” But it’s them - Not us - Their rules, their bind. [Bridge] They use the words, The brand, the show - Could’ve kept it alive, But they kill it, slow. Words as shields, Past as blame, Their system built On rebel names. [Chorus] When the spirit fades, They hide - “Still wild, don’t mind.” But it’s them - Not us - Their rules, their bind.
