[Intro – Distant sirens, crumbling static, heartbeat drums] They dropped the bombs… Called it “order.” They lit the sky— But we were already on fire. ("Underground… underground… underground…") [Verse 1 – Gritty, spoken/sung with slow intensity] You crowned yourself in gold and lies, Watched the world burn from high-rise skies. Signed the death of millions with a pen— Now hear the voices of your end. You thought we’d vanish in the smoke, But we were growing in the cracks you broke. You fed us silence, fed us dirt— Now we rise with all that hurt. [Pre-Chorus – Rhythm rising] You made the laws, now break the seal. You called it peace while we were killed. You sent the war—we brought the sound. You pushed us deep. Now we rise from the ground. [Chorus – Explosive, screamed/sung] Our voices will echo from the underground! The more of us you kill, the further you will drown. Our rage beats the war you made— We are the price your ego paid. You will hear us rise from the underground, Like the undead you thread, we won’t stay down. You wanted fear, but gave us flame— Now we burn your goddamn name. [Verse 2 – Faster-paced, furious] Your missiles fell like acid rain, But all they did was free the chained. You left our homes in blood and ash— Now we paint your throne with wrath. This ain’t your world, not anymore— Your flags mean nothing in this war. You thought the silence made you safe? Now you choke on the voice you erased. [Bridge – Spoken, chilling delivery] You built your empire on the backs of ghosts. Taught us law, then broke it most. Now we rise—not legal, not tame— But real. Relentless. Without shame. You started World War 3... But you forgot about the ones beneath. [Chorus – Full force, with layered chants] Our voices will echo from the underground! The more of us you kill, the further you will drown. Our rage beats the war you made— We are the storm you can’t evade. You will hear us rise from the underground, Like the undead you thread—we’re battlebound. We speak for the silenced, for every wound— We are justice, and we are immune. [Outro – Whispered then shouted, over collapsing drums] We’re not afraid. We’re not alone. You buried us— But we became stone. Underground… Underground…
