March of the Mad Kings

Verse 1 They dress it up in medals, call it honor, call it pride But mothers lose their babies while the cowards stay inside Signing papers from a palace, never looking at the cost Another flag gets folded for the children we have lost They sell us fear on TV, make the enemy a name Then send the poor to bleed inside a rich man’s power game They build another weapon, call it peace with pretty lies While the smoke climbs up to heaven and nobody asks why Pre-Chorus I’m tired of the speeches Tired of the drums Tired of dictators Pointing fingers, loading guns Tired of the silence Tired of the show How many bodies does a throne need Before we say no? Chorus No more mad kings marching us to hell No more war drums ringing like a spell You don’t get to bury us and call it victory You don’t get to own our pain and rewrite history No more blood for borders drawn by men No more children paying for their sins We are not your soldiers in a game you never play Take your crown, take your war, take your lies away Verse 2 Dictators love a mirror and a crowd that claps on cue They poison every country with the sickness they call “truth” They starve the ones beneath them, then they feast above the flames And every time they’re cornered, they go looking for someone to blame They call it law and order when they crush another voice They call it holy duty when they steal another choice They call the dead “collateral,” like language makes it clean But I can smell the blood beneath the polished war machine Pre-Chorus 2 I’m tired of the banners Tired of the lies Tired of the monsters Wearing suits and sharpened smiles Tired of the mothers Screaming at the sky You can’t keep calling murder “glory” Just because the anthem cries Chorus No more mad kings marching us to hell No more war drums ringing like a spell You don’t get to bury us and call it victory You don’t get to own our pain and rewrite history No more blood for borders drawn by men No more children paying for their sins We are not your soldiers in a game you never play Take your crown, take your war, take your lies away Bridge I am angry for the ones who never made it home For the names carved cold into a government stone For the minds that came back broken, for the families torn in two For the ones who served with honor while the powerful withdrew Don’t you dare say freedom With your boot on someone’s neck Don’t you dare say justice With a graveyard in your debt Don’t you dare say peace While you profit from the pain You’re just another tyrant Washing blood off in the rain Breakdown / Chant No more thrones No more chains No more children in the flames No more kings No more lies No more flags over their cries Say it louder — No more thrones No more chains No more children in the flames No more kings No more lies No more flags over their cries Final Chorus No more mad kings marching us to hell No more war drums ringing like a spell You don’t get to bury us and call it victory You don’t get to own our pain and rewrite history No more blood for borders drawn by men No more children paying for their sins We are not your soldiers in a game you never play Take your crown, take your war, take your lies away Outro Take your medals Take your throne Take your empire built on bone We are tired We are awake And we are not yours to break.