You said the dawn was coming, But I’m still crawling through the dusk. You sold me iron freedom, And all I taste is rust. Your towers scrape the heavens, While we choke below the wire — You preach about salvation, But every prayer’s for hire. I don’t wear your crown of lies! Don’t march beneath your borrowed skies! You call it order — I call it chains, A covenant signed in blood and pain! They promised light and justice, But the stars don’t shine that way. They burn the books for comfort, And sell our souls for pay. You call it faith, I call it fear, In gilded halls of shame. You build your truth on broken backs, And feed us all the same. I don’t wear your crown of lies! Don’t kneel beneath your neon skies! You call it hope — I call it chains, A covenant forged in fire and pain! You say the Federation protects us. You say it’s for our peace. But they don’t walk through smoke and steel — They just sell the war on screens. I don’t wear your crown of lies! Your shining truth, your cheap disguise! You call it law — I call it flame, And every sinner dies the same!
