watch the family on the landing, count their groceries on the floor. The landlord raised your rent six hundred, so you curse them at the door. A politician on the screen, points a hand to feed the fire. You trip the man who walks beside you, and you praise the razor wire. [Pre-Chorus: Biting analog synth sequence enters, accelerating metallic snare build] Every hand claws at the dirt, scraps of meat inside a pen. Lick the boot that broke your jaw, then go hunt your peers again. [Chorus: Explosive dynamic leap, saturated rhythm guitars, strained chest-voice yell] PULL THE ANVIL DOWN ON THE POOR! (Keep your belly on the floor!) KICK THE CRIPPLED OFF OF THE SLED! (Keep your belly on the floor!) KICK THE CRIPPLED OFF OF THE SLED! (Better them than you instead!) WHO TOLD YOU WEAKNESS WAS A WEAPON TO BREAK? (Better them than you instead!) WHO TOLD YOU WEAKNESS WAS A WEAPON TO BREAK? (Take what's left, take what's left!) CRIPPLE EVERY HAND THAT YOU SQUEEZE! (Take what's left, take what's left!) CRIPPLE EVERY HAND THAT YOU SQUEEZE! (Down upon your knees!) [Verse 2: Stripped back to pulsing 2-step drums and grinding bassline, clipped phrasing, vinyl crackle] The factory shipped across the ocean, cleared the floor and shut the gate. You find a cleaner with a badge, and make his accent carry weight. You call him parasite and leech, while the board secures the cut. You want an enemy with names, with a face you kick and shut. [Pre-Chorus: Biting analog synth sequence enters, accelerating metallic snare build] Every hand claws at the dirt, scraps of meat inside a pen. Lick the boot that broke your jaw, then go hunt your peers again. [Chorus: Explosive dynamic leap, saturated rhythm guitars, strained chest-voice yell] PULL THE ANVIL DOWN ON THE POOR! [Chorus: Maximum dynamic intensity, full band roar, aggressive screamed lead] PULL THE ANVIL DOWN ON THE POOR! (Keep your belly on the floor!) KICK THE CRIPPLED OFF OF THE SLED! (Better them than you instead!) WHO TOLD YOU WEAKNESS WAS A WEAPON TO BREAK?! (Better them than you instead!) WHO TOLD YOU WEAKNESS WAS A WEAPON TO BREAK? (Take what's left, take what's left!) CRIPPLE EVERY HAND THAT YOU SQUEEZE! (Take what's left, take what's left!) CRIPPLE EVERY HAND THAT YOU SQUEEZE! (Down upon your knees!) [Bridge: Sudden drop to dry drums, stuttering noise-gate guitar, whispered vocal] What if you held the wire? What if you held the weight? What if the hand you broke was what would clear the gate? You'd rather bleed out in the gravel than watch your brother stand up tall. You'd rather watch the water rise than see a ladder on the wall. [Instrumental Break: Grinding industrial bass solo, jagged fuzz guitar stabs, live 2-step drum fills, high-frequency glitch] [Chorus: Maximum dynamic intensity, full band roar, aggressive screamed lead] PULL THE ANVIL DOWN ON THE POOR! [Chorus: Maximum dynamic intensity, full band roar, aggressive screamed lead] PULL THE ANVIL DOWN ON THE POOR! (Keep your belly on the floor!) KICK THE CRIPPLED OFF OF THE SLED! (Better them than you instead!) WHO TOLD YOU WEAKNESS WAS A WEAPON TO BREAK?! (Better them than you instead!) WHO TOLD YOU WEAKNESS WAS A WEAPON TO BREAK?! (Take what's left, take what's left!) CRIPPLE EVERY HAND THAT YOU SQUEEZE! (Down upon your knees!) [Outro: Rhythmic synth loop decays, kick drum drives, dry sarcastic spoken line, fading tape noise] Crabs in an iron bucket. Clawing down the rim. Nobody gets out. Nobody breathes. [End: Sudden gate to dead silence on the snare crack]
