[Spoken Intro] [Radio Broadcast Voice] "This just in: the president wants to invade Greenland." "Denmark starts petition for a claim on California sands" "Epstein files reveal misconduct amongst world elites." "cancer rates increase from consuming deli meat" "Another shooting involving ice agents." "Venezuela wants trump to save them" "American troops have boots in Iran." [Vocals: High-pitched theatrical tenor, heavy sigh] Ah, here we go again. [Verse 1] [Style: Dark cabaret meets gothic rock, brooding piano, sinister synth] [Vocals: High-pitched falsetto, cynical, post-hardcore style] Oh, the masses, they never change, As nations rise and fall. The plebeians remain the same, For emperors, kings, and all. They play their little puppet games, They stand so proud and tall. Hiding the truth behind closed doors, While waving their precious false flags. Drafting the blueprints for proxy wars, With cash in hand and denial in their bags while we carry all their sins on our backs [Chorus] [Beat Drop: Massive gothic rock, frantic carnival brass, distorted guitar] [Vocals: High-pitched tenor, energetic, unhinged and frantic] Welcome to a grand political masquerade! They promise you a very enticing show. Watch as they blindly control the stage, Bringing pestilence everywhere they go! Watch as the fractured nation divides, A weak facade for a dark regime. While mothers cry for the sons who died, Lost in a golden pig's greed and schemes! So dance to the static, and swing to the lie, As they toast to the ashes and the wells run dry! [Verse 2] [Tempo: Sneaky, mechanical steampunk bassline building into heavy rock] [Vocals: Sinister high tenor, mocking, building in intensity] Epstein, Trump, and King Charles, too, This elite depravity is nothing new. Gilles de Rais played the war-hero actor, But he silenced the sound of the village's laughter. We could always go question Gandhi's niece, On the hidden, dark cost of his inner peace! If the mothers and fathers demand their revenge, Then the brothers of daughters will come unhinged! [Chorus] [Beat Drop: Massive gothic rock, explosive drum beat, distorted guitar] [Vocals: High-pitched tenor, energetic, unhinged and frantic] Welcome to a grand political masquerade! They promise you a very enticing show. Watch as they blindly control the stage, Bringing pestilence everywhere they go! Watch as the fractured nation divides, A weak facade for a dark regime. While mothers cry for the sons who died, Lost in a golden pig's greed and schemes! So dance to the static, and swing to the lie, As they toast to the ashes and the wells run dry! [Verse 3] [Tempo: Fast, aggressive post-hardcore, biting guitars] [Vocals: Sharp, accusatory falsetto, building in anger] The oceans are boiling, the forests chopped down, While the oil barons boom and infiltrate the crown! They hijack the summits to easily vote, With one hand in our pockets and one on our throat! They inundate your screens and pray you don't know, How they silence the masses right through the phone! [Bridge] [Tempo: Heavy industrial bass drum, building into a chaotic, marching anthem] [Vocals: Starts as a quiet, sinister high-pitched threat, escalating into a frantic scream] You kidnapped our children and fed them to Baal, How does it feel to rule when we all hope you fail You've taken the bread and diseased us all, But you're invited to our revolutionary ball! Go ask the French what happened to the despots on the throne, When the masses stand up and are no longer owned! We raise a new flag on a new pile of bones, With new names, and new faces, New ideas in different places... But eventually... the same seed is sown. [Final Chorus] [Tempo: Drastically slowed down, dragging, like a broken clockwork gear unwinding] [Vocals: Jaded, exhausted, eerie high pitch, heavily distorted and glitching] Welcome to a grand political masquerade! They promise you a very enticing show. Watch as they blindly control the stage, Bringing pestilence everywhere they go! Watch as the fractured nation divides, A weak facade for a dark regime. While mothers cry for the sons who died, Lost in a golden pig's greed and schemes! So dance to the static, and swing to the lie, As they toast to the ashes and the wells run dry! [Outro] [Music: Slows to a heavy, terrifying funeral dirge, dark macabre atmosphere] [Vocals: Demonic group vocals, chanting, distorted and sinister] So gather the wealthy, it seems it's their day, They have sinned but we pay with our graves. They think it's us... Till we spill their guts... And then we are saved.
