[Verse 1] Every channel’s got a brand-new war Pick a team, pick a side, pick a uniform Screaming heads in a comment fight Turn your whole damn life into left vs right I’m just trying to pay my rent Keep my tiny piece of peace unbent But every loudmouth with a god complex Wants my soul, my vote, and my side effects [Pre-Chorus] I’m not your soldier, I’m not your pawn I just wanna be left alone [Chorus] Political rot, eating through the veins Everybody’s certain, everybody’s got someone to blame I’m stuck in the middle, yelling “can you not?” While the loudest psychos suck the air from the spot I don’t want your cult, don’t want your throne Don’t want the government living in my phone I just wanna breathe where the shouting stops But it’s nothing but noise and political rot [Verse 2] You got signs, you got flags, you got holy rage You got hashtags ready for the digital stage You preach “freedom” with a clenched-up fist And a block list longer than your Christmas list I’m kinda “leave me alone,” kinda “don’t be cruel” Kinda “maybe we don’t need ten thousand rules” But nuance dies in a screaming match So I keep my thoughts under lock and latch [Pre-Chorus] You want my faith, you want my fear I just want my neighbors and a couple beers [Chorus] Political rot, eating through the veins Everybody’s certain, everybody’s got someone to blame I’m stuck in the middle, yelling “can you not?” While the loudest psychos suck the air from the spot I don’t want your cult, don’t want your throne Don’t want the government living in my phone I just wanna breathe where the shouting stops But it’s nothing but noise and political rot [Bridge] I’m tired of being told I’m wrong for wanting to be free To live my life without your claws in every part of me You can keep your purity tests and holy wars online I’ll be over here just trying to live and not be owned by either side (yeah) [Breakdown – shouty] No kings, no saints, no perfect side Just broken people faking pride If “us or them” is all you’ve got Then count me out of your rot [Final Chorus] Political rot, eating through the veins Everybody’s certain, everybody’s gone a little insane I’m stuck in the middle, whispering “can you not?” While the loudest psychos drain the air from the spot I don’t want your script, don’t want your crown Don’t want to burn my neighbors’ lives to hold you down I just wanna breathe where the shouting stops But it’s nothing but noise… [Tag] Yeah, nothing but noise And political rot.
