Choose your downfall

(Verse 1) Steel wheels hum on broken glass, Pavement cracks where hope won’t last. Four roads forked in blood and rust— Capitalism’s golden dust, Communism’s frozen breath, Fascism’s chokehold, life or death, Fake democracy’s hollow cheer… All lead here: the edge is near. (Pre-Chorus) No license to steer this ride, Just hungry ghosts behind the wheel. The streets scream poverty’s tide— But who’s awake? Who feels? (Chorus) Choose your downfall—pick your chain! Same old fire, different name. While the car screams toward the cliff, They’re staring at the stock-tick riffs… Or flipping through a car mag dream. When they finally see the edge? They floor it—’cause through rose-stained eyes, Paradise burns in neon skies. (Verse 2) Red rivers where the children play, No bread, no peace, no light of day. The driver checks the ticker’s glow— "Another record! Watch it grow!" While factories cough and mothers weep, In leather seats, they’re fast asleep… Or reading ’bout a V8’s roar, Ignoring screams behind the door. (Pre-Chorus) No map, no truth, just borrowed time, The dashboard’s lit with lies so bright. You sold the future for a dime— Now darkness swallows up the light. (Chorus) Choose your downfall—pick your chain! Same old fire, different name. While the car screams toward the cliff, They’re staring at the stock-tick riffs… Or flipping through a car mag dream. When they finally see the edge? They floor it—’cause through rose-stained eyes, Paradise burns in neon skies. (Bridge) [Music strips to raw guitar/vocals] Oh, they’ll say "We’re almost there!" Through tinted glass, beyond compare— A mirage of marble towers, Blooming in the final hours… But paradise’s just the crash, Before the impact… Before the ash. (Outro Chorus - Slower, heavier) **Choose your downfall… (crash) **Pick your chain… (smash) **Same old fire… (burn) **Different name… (turn) While the car screams toward the cliff… **[Sound of shattering glass] They’re staring at the stock-tick riffs… **[Engine revs violently] Or flipping through a car mag dream… When they finally see the edge? **[Silence] ...They floor it. [Final note fades into distorted radio static]