"Bleed the Flag Red"

[Verse 1] I woke up to a lie on a screen full of snakes, Screams in the mirror but nobody breaks. They painted the truth in a blood-stained hood, Marching like soldiers through your neighborhood. Preachers with pitchforks, selling fear like wine, Calling it freedom while they sharpen the line. But I ain’t your martyr, I ain’t your slave, And I won’t die quiet in a mass grave. [Chorus] So scream it from the rooftops, let the lie collapse! Burn the book they handed you — that ain’t the map! They want you deaf, they want you blind, Feeding you hate on the wings of pride. But I’ll stand — bare bones and broken heart — And tear their holy flag apart! Yeah, I’ll scream till I bleed the flag red! [Verse 2] They point at the poor and cry “commie!”, While draining the sick with a profit decree. Same old demons in a cowboy disguise, Waving a flag where the devil replies. They say “Trust the strong man, he’ll save us all,” But he only saves the ones who pay the toll. And when they’re caught with the boot on your throat? They laugh through clenched teeth — “That’s just a joke!” [Chorus] So scream it from the rooftops, let the lie collapse! Burn the book they handed you — that ain’t the map! They want you deaf, they want you blind, Feeding you hate on the wings of pride. But I’ll stand — bare bones and broken heart — And tear their holy flag apart! Yeah, I’ll scream till I bleed the flag red! [Verse 3] I’ve seen daughters silenced for speaking the cost Of the wars they’ve started and the lives they’ve lost. They call me unpatriotic, a traitor, a slut — For naming the rot in the system they cut. But love ain’t blind, and I’ve seen through the veil — This ain’t America — this ain’t the trail. This is greed with a cross and a gun, Dancing on graves ‘til the nightmare is done. [Bridge –} (Chugging riffs, dual guitars wailing) They rise on the ashes of what we once knew, Build their throne on the lies that we chew. But I’ve got lightning in my lungs and fire in my vein — I’ll howl like a banshee ‘til they scream my name! No saints in their temples, just wolves in a vest — I’ll fight with my voice, I’ll fight with my chest! [Final Chorus –] So SCREAM from the rooftops, let the lie collapse! Rip the mask off your preacher, burn their contracts! They want you slave, they want you fed, Chained to their gospel of living dead! But I’ll stand — with fists raised high — Scorch the sky with a rebel cry! Yeah, I’ll scream till I bleed the flag red — Till every tyrant lies cold in the bed they made! [Outro – ] Ohhh… let it burn… Let their empire crack at the seams… You can’t crucify truth… On a crown of cheap dreams… No… you can’t crucify me…