[Intro – whispered, close mic] (They line up… one by one…) [Verse 1 – RAP, dry, minimal, tight flow] They line up neat, heads down, no sound March in a circle, call it profound New king rise, they bow on cue Same old script with a different view Don’t think twice, just echo the shout Truth get buried, they help stamp it out Wave that flag, don’t question the flame Trade a soul just to feel like a name [Pre-Chorus – slight lift, tension building] Eyes all forward, fall in line Borrowed thoughts in a borrowed mind You feel safe but you’re just absorbed Every voice disappears in the horde [Chorus – SUNG, clear, wide, melodic] You’re the real problem, don’t get it twisted Without you none of this existed No throne, no crown, no tyrant heard There’s no king without the sheep herd You’re the fuel and the fire, the hand to the blade Every empire of fear gets made Don’t act shocked when the whole world burns You built it up — yeah, the sheep herd [Verse 2 – RAP, sharper, slightly more aggressive] Switch sides quick when the pressure shifts Same blind faith in a different fist Hero today, then gone overnight Still chant a name like it makes it right Crave direction, afraid alone Trade your spine just to fit the tone Uniform thoughts in a uniform line Lose yourself just to feel aligned [Pre-Chorus – building, slightly wider] Point up high, never at you Hide in numbers, vanish from view No spine left, just noise and blur A million voices, none of them yours [Chorus – SUNG, bigger, more emotional] You’re the real problem, don’t get it twisted Without you none of this existed No throne, no crown, no tyrant heard There’s no king without the sheep herd You’re the fuel and the fire, the hand to the blade Every empire of fear gets made Don’t act shocked when the whole world burns You built it up — yeah, the sheep herd [Bridge – spoken/rap hybrid, intimate → rising] “I was just following…” Yeah, I know that line Every age, every time Same excuse, different face Same blind march into the same disgrace [Final Chorus – SUNG, fullest, widest, peak energy] You’re the real problem, say it out loud A million cowards hiding in a crowd No gods, no kings if you ever stood firm But you won’t — yeah, the sheep herd
