
Khasmir - Cut The Rot
[Verse 1] Blindfolds stitched with threads of trust, Sheltered eyes in the kingdom of dust. Silence enforced with a blade to the throat, Whispers are weapons, the lies that they wrote. Screens turn to mirrors reflecting our shame, Chained by the stories that all sound the same. Their power grows where shadows conspire, Flames of control, feeding the fire. [Chorus 1] Cut the rot cut the rot cut the rot cut the rot (Before it spreads) [Verse 2] Hands on the wheel but no one to steer, Clocks count down, but no one draws near. Promises broken like glass in the street, Marching for peace with no shoes on their feet. Barbed-wire halos on heads of the meek, Dreams of redemption dissolve as they speak. No more illusions — no kings, no gods, Strike at the roots, don’t wait for the odds. [Chorus 2] Cut the rot cut the rot cut the rot cut the rot (Before it spreads)

