--- ## **Hook – call & response** **Butcher, butcher — we choose him ourselves** *(our own hand)* Our freedom’s a joke, locked up in chains. **System failure — we’re the architects** *(we built it)* Of our downfall — do you see it now? *(look close)* --- ## **Bridge – spacious drop, bittersweet defiance** We’re puppets dancing on strings we pull, moving to the tune we chose, so dull. Consume till nothing of us remains, butcher grins while sharpening blades. --- ## **Verse 3 – aggressive flow, rolling funk bassline** End of the road in the slaughterhouse light, asking how we got here, when, what night? But the answer’s clear, no need to pretend, man chooses his butcher — that’s the end. Screaming for freedom, applaud the hangman, selfies in cages, praise the bankman. It’s all a show but the price is real, blood on the streets — that’s our deal. --- ## **Hook – extended, spacious breakdown** **Butcher, butcher — we choose him ourselves** *(again, again)* Our freedom’s a joke, locked up in chains. **System failure — we’re the architects** *(we bear it)* Of our downfall — do you see it now? *(too late)* **Butcher, butcher — we choose him ourselves** *(our own choice)* Our freedom’s a joke, locked up in chains. **System failure — we’re the architects** *(cold truth)* Of our downfall — do you see it now? *(wake up)* --- ## **Outro – fading echoes** The butcher laughs… But we’re the ones who chose him. Das Zappwaits 69+ Rentner Kollektiv * Delta Mönch Zappwaits * Text Zappwaits © 2026 alle Rechte / Übersetzung, Cover, Gesang & Sound KI Entfalten statt Liften! www.zappwaits.de
