[Verse 1] Crooks hold our pieces up high, Claiming they fight for us all night, But their lips are sewn tight. Our voices lost in their fight. [Verse 2] They brand our pain with fake pride, While our needs get pushed aside. In their shadows, we reside, Truth buried while they hide. [Chorus] Hey, hey, you hypocrite, Using our cries for your own grit, Puzzle pieces in your hands, Our consent in shifting sands. [Verse 3] They shout loud from their throne, But our stories left unknown. In rallies, they disown A reality rarely shown. [Bridge] Against the tide, we stand alone, In a world of borrowed tones. Our journey, all our own, But their lies keep getting sown. [Chorus] Hey, hey, you hypocrite, Using our cries for your own grit, Puzzle pieces in your hands, Our consent in shifting sands.
