[Intro - feedback squeal, heavy bass riff starts] Yeah. You want control? You better bring a cage big enough. [Verse 1 - fast, rhythmic delivery] Steel boots on the sidewalk dreams, Plastic flags in designer seams. They sell truth in a barcode pack, Freedom’s taxed — better get that back. Talk loud, but they muffle the feed, We’re fed fear like it’s what we need. Every headline cuts, every law bleeds, They call it peace when the people concede. [Pre-Chorus - shouted, syncopated hits] You can’t own the wind, You can’t sell the soul, You can’t kill the fire, When the ashes still roll! [Chorus - full band explosion, call and response energy] NO CHAINS! NO MASTERS! NO SILENCE LEFT TO BUY! NO CHAINS! NO MASTERS! WE BLEED JUST TO FEEL ALIVE! GIVE ME LIBERTY — OR LET ME DIE! [Verse 2 - verses spit like bullets] They build walls made of screens and lies, Blindfold eyes while the data flies. They call it safety — we call it fear, The quiet ones disappear. They write laws in invisible ink, Stacked so high you can’t even think. But every rule that breaks the man, Just proves the plan ain’t worth the hand. [Pre-Chorus - spoken growl] You want peace? Then stop policing thought. You want truth? It can’t be bought. [Chorus - louder, angrier, layered gang shouts] NO CHAINS! NO MASTERS! NO SILENCE LEFT TO BUY! NO CHAINS! NO MASTERS! WE BLEED JUST TO FEEL ALIVE! GIVE ME LIBERTY — OR LET ME DIE! [Bridge - breakdown, bass-driven, spoken like a manifesto] This ain’t a war for borders — it’s a war for breath. This ain’t red or blue — it’s life or death. They steal the air while they sell you noise, Then call it “choice.” (Shouted) They call it order when you can’t resist! They call it peace when you don’t exist! [Breakdown - syncopated riffs, half-time groove, shouted vocals] YOU CAN’T CAGE THE STORM! YOU CAN’T CAGE THE STORM! (You can bury the voice, but the echo’s reborn!) YOU CAN’T CAGE THE STORM! [Final Chorus - explosive and chaotic, crowd-chant energy] NO CHAINS! NO MASTERS! NO SILENCE LEFT TO BUY! NO CHAINS! NO MASTERS! WE BLEED JUST TO FEEL ALIVE! GIVE ME LIBERTY — OR LET ME DIE! (LET! ME! DIE!) [Outro - feedback, static, fading into low bass hum] Yeah... You can’t own what won’t obey.
