[Technical: 48kHz, Clean Vocal Separation, No Artifacts] [voice: deep male vocals, warm tone, natural resonance, breathy, whisper texture, airy, ethereal, whisper-singing, intimate whisper, talk-singing, conversational delivery, breathy delivery] [voice: female vocals, boost 3kHz to 5kHz presence, boost 150 Hertz warmth, close-mic proximity, crystal clear, powerful belting, melisma, riffs and runs, ad-libs] [range: G2–G4] [exclude styles: falsett / kopfstimme, sopran] [Intro] You draw the lines, but I erase the trace, Your rules, your system—it’s all a disgrace. You build your palaces, we live on the stone, But from our dust, a revolution is grown. [Verse 1] That tie around your neck is a noose that chokes us out, Your lies smell like burning plastic, what you talkin' about? Lookin' down from your towers, sippin' champagne on ice, While you sweat 'cause the ground’s crackin’—payin' the price. Your golden cage is glitz, just a hollow show, But the streets are screamin' out: "We’re ready to go!" No wall can stand when the minds are finally free, No hate on these blocks, just a shout for "We!" [Hook] I want freedom, real air in my chest, No poison in the speech, no forced unrest. Your thrones? I don't care, let 'em go up in flames, We rebuild hand in hand, we don't play your games. [Verse 2] Your jargon sounds like lead heavy in our ears, Promised us the shine, but we’re lost in the years. You want "order"? Man, it’s nothing but a farce, We’re dancin' on your power's ashes, no hate in our hearts. No room for autocrats, no stage for the lies, Our voices gettin' loud, breakin' through the ties. Your applause falls silent, no sympathy to feel, This revolution burns 'cause it wants to be real. [Hook] I want freedom, real air in my chest, No poison in the speech, no forced unrest. Your thrones? I don't care, let 'em go up in flames, We rebuild hand in hand, we don't play your games. [Bridge] The street sings for us, hear the chorus rise, Footsteps echo for the ones with the silenced cries. Every single breath is an act of protest, No hate inside of us, just the will to be the best. [Hook] I want freedom, real air in my chest, No poison in the speech, no forced unrest. Your thrones? I don't care, let 'em go up in flames, We rebuild hand in hand, we don't play your games. [Outro] No king, no master, no god, no law, Just us rising up, even with a broken jaw. Your power? A joke, fadin' out of the scheme, We are the storm—better step off our beam. [End]
