[Intro – soft, pulsing synth] Static in the bloodstream, pressure in the chest They drew a line around you, said “stay inside the rest” But something’s breaking through it, something’s getting loud A spark inside the silence, screaming through the crowd [Verse 1] Sometimes you make the cut, sometimes you’re shut out Sometimes they build you up just to tear you down Tick-box, checkbox, fit into the mold Sell your soul cheap, do what you’re told But you feel it in your bones, something ain’t right Paper-thin crowns in fluorescent light They talk in circles, echo what they hear But truth don’t live in corporate fear [Pre-Chorus] They label you, they chain you down But you were never built to drown [Chorus – drop build → EDM drop] Stand up, fists up, give them hell tonight You ain’t the name they stamped on your life Fuck this, fuck that, break the frame they drew You’re not their system — you decide you They’re a boss today, gone tomorrow Plastic crowns and borrowed power Let it burn, let it break, let it yell Stand up, fists up — give them hell [Drop – heavy bass, chopped vocal] (Not your label) (Not your name) (Break the system) (Fuck the game) [Verse 2] Middle lines repeating what the top man said Copy-paste thoughts, nothing in their head Smile for the ladder while it pulls you down Climb over bodies just to wear the crown But shit rolls downhill, always has, always will You can feel the weight, but you’re climbing still They sell you rules like they’re carved in stone But every throne’s just a rented home [Pre-Chorus] They box you in, but you break through The truth they fear is inside you [Chorus] Stand up, fists up, give them hell tonight You ain’t the name they stamped on your life Fuck this, fuck that, tear it into two You’re not their system — you decide you They’re a boss today, dust tomorrow Echo voices, empty sorrow Let it rise, let it shake, let it swell Stand up, fists up — give them hell [Bridge – stripped back, emotional] No more quiet compliance No more dressed-up silence You don’t owe them anything You don’t owe them anything [Final Drop – bigger, anthemic] Stand up — fists up — give them hell Break out — don’t fit — don’t you sell Not their voice — not their shell You define it — give them hell [Outro – fading synth + vocal loop] You ain’t the label… You ain’t the lie… You decide who you are tonight…
