[VERSE 1 — male lead | calm, matter-of-fact] If someone robs you, we call it theft If someone threatens you, that’s a threat If someone hits you till you comply We don’t debate it — we know why Change the costume, change the name Same old actions, cleaner frame Now it’s “policy,” now it’s “law” Same old force with a nicer draw [PRE-CHORUS — low harmony enters | reflective] Take away the title, take away the seal What’s left is what you already feel No magic switch, no moral shift Just power wearing a different fit [CHORUS — full, warm | country hook] A ruler’s just a thug we call “legit” Robbery, but everybody signed off on it Threats of violence, tidy and neat As long as we all stay in our seats Power lives where belief is fed Not in the badge, not overhead [VERSE 2 — male lead | storytelling] They say, “What if the country’s attacked?” Like one old building’s got our backs If D.C. fell, would that be the end? Would life just stop? Would we all bend? Now imagine no left or right No single tyrant left to fight If every soul stood sovereign tonight No invader wins with one white flag They’d need every town, every man Every three million saying, “We quit” Not one voice — but every hand Every person’s individual consent [PRE-CHORUS 2 — harmony thicker | realization] Defense was never owned by a chair Or marble halls, or paperwork there It always lived where people stand Not in a ruler’s outstretched hand [CHORUS — variation | stronger lift] Power’s not real ‘cause someone said It’s real ‘cause we enforce it instead Call it “law,” call it “right” It only works if we comply When belief starts to decay Perception cracks, propaganda fades [BRIDGE — stripped back | almost spoken, then build] No revolution No shots fired Just calling things What they are Everybody asks what comes next Who’s in charge if we reject Looking hard for a brand-new throne But the answer’s always been our own All of us, responsible Still generous, still charitable When corruption’s lies and greed are seen They finally get taken off the table clean [VERSE 3 — male lead | plainspoken reveal] One last thought, just language here What does “government” even mean? “Ment” — that’s the mind That part’s clear And “govern” — older than we were told “Gobern,” “govern” — control Mind control, plain as day Not a theory, just what we say Isn’t that awful? …Or just honest? [FINAL CHORUS — full band, hopeful resolve] Once we call it what it is The spell gets weak, the illusion slips No need to fight, no need to bleed Just stop pretending it’s meant to be Power falls the quiet way When belief just walks away [OUTRO — soft, intimate | last line alone] It was never legitimate… We just said it was.
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