[Intro: Creepy slapping bassline, vinyl crackle, eerie whispered vocals] Ink bleeds on the parchment. While the suits count the margins. They rewrote the rules in the dark... Now we're lighting the spark. [Verse 1: Fast syncopated rap-rock flow, tight snare drums, dissonant guitar harmonics] Kick the doors of the chambers, splinter the wood Selling our rights for a corporate good Lobbyist checks in a raging fire Burning the pulpit, exposing the liar Three-fifths of a truth, a fractional lie Bleeding the veins of the republic dry You drafted the fraud, you buried the code But the foundation cracks when it carries the load! [Pre-Chorus: Heavy tom build-up, frantic scratching, rising screaming vocals] We the people? You made us the prey! Tear down the marble, wash it away! [Chorus: Explosive, heavy distorted drop-C guitars, clean melodic soar mixed with harsh screams] Take back the ink! Take back the pen! Bury the kings in the belly again! We are the ghost in the system's machine Stripping the rot till the framework is clean Amend and defend, cut the puppet's string! [Verse 2: Bouncy rhythmic metal groove, aggressive spoken-word turning into a rapid bark] Checks and balances? Bounced and broke. Liberty choked in the backroom smoke. Gavel drops heavy, the verdict is sold Trading our iron for fraudulent gold But the ink on the parchment is starting to glow A constitutional undertow You built up a dam of executive greed Now drown in the flood of the voice that we bleed! [Chorus: Explosive, heavy distorted drop-C guitars, clean melodic soar mixed with harsh screams] Take back the ink! Take back the pen! Bury the kings in the belly again! We are the ghost in the system's machine Stripping the rot till the framework is clean Amend and defend, cut the puppet's string! [Bridge / Breakdown: Sudden tempo drop, crushing half-time groove, brutal guttural screams, punchy double-kick] Erase the fraud. Restore the law. Erase the fraud. WE BREAK YOUR CLAWS! [Guitar Solo / Turntable Scratching: Frenetic, chaotic, high-pitched whammy squeals bleeding into rapid rhythmic crossfader scratches] [Final Chorus: Peak massive energy, overwhelming wall of sound, desperate emotional screams] Take back the ink! Take back the pen! Bury the kings in the belly again! We are the ghost in the system's machine Stripping the rot till the framework is clean! [Outro: Heavy synchronized guitar chugging, abrupt stop, single echoing turntable spin-down] The ink is dry. We are the law.
