AN IDEA IS BULLETPROOF LOKIWIZZ [INTRO | SPOKEN, THEATRICAL] Remember, remember the fifth of November, The Gunpowder Plot and all it sought. The barrels failed. The idea did not. Behind the mask waits a promise that cannot be silenced. An idea is bulletproof. It only needs to be remembered. [VERSE 1] Four hundred years of history, still arguing with the smoke, They buried men, preserved the myth, then wondered why it spoke. A traitor to the crown, a martyr to the cause, Depends on who's reciting it and who gets to write the laws. Remember, history is written with a very careful pen, The winners keep the records, then they rewrite them again. A portrait in the palace, a shadow in the street, Same event, another angle, different truth beneath your feet. They gave the mask a thousand faces, gave the faceless one a name, Turned a symbol into something no one person gets to claim. You can lock away a body, put a monument in stone, But the thought that sparked the question doesn't need a flesh and bone. [CHORUS | ANTHEMIC] Remember, remember, The fifth of November. The ashes may scatter, But the spark lives forever. The barrels failed, But the words live on. You can bury the messenger, But the message carries on. An idea is bulletproof, An idea is bulletproof. Behind the mask, another voice, Another mind, another choice. [VERSE 2] Now the palace wears a screen, and the courtrooms have a feed, Every side has got a savior, every savior has a scheme. They sell you revelation, then they monetize the doubt, Give you someone else to hate so you never figure out. Red pill, blue pill, black and white, Everybody's selling sight. Some say wake up, some say obey, Some just moved the curtain out the way. Question every institution, every movement, every claim, Don't confuse a louder voice with somebody knowing names. A theory isn't evidence, a headline isn't proof, And a comfortable conclusion doesn't make a thing the truth. I don't kneel before the palace, I don't worship the unknown, I won't trade one set of blinders for another gilded throne. If the truth can stand examination, let the questions take their turn, I'd rather live with honest doubt than believe because I yearn. [CHORUS] Remember, remember, The fifth of November. The ashes may scatter, But the spark lives forever. The barrels failed, But the words live on. You can bury the messenger, But the message carries on. An idea is bulletproof, An idea is bulletproof. Behind the mask, another voice, Another mind, another choice. [VERSE 3 | BUILDING, RAPID RHYTHMIC DELIVERY] The jester at the gallows got a question for the king, If the truth is so transparent, why's it buried in the spin? Every faction has a script, every script a missing page, Every prophet wants a following, every rebel wants a stage. Don't confuse the revelation with the rush of being right, Don't mistake a shadow moving for a monster in the night. Keep the skeptic in the mirror, keep the questions coming through, The greatest trick's convincing yourself that you can't be fooled. A mask can hide a face, but it can't manufacture sight, A thousand people shouting doesn't make a claim airtight. The power isn't in the symbol, it's the meaning that we choose, And a mind that never questions has already learned to lose. No king owns the question, no party owns the flame, No movement gets a patent on the right to speak a name. Remember what they tried to bury, remember what remains, But don't let yesterday's rebellion become tomorrow's chains. [FINAL CHORUS | FULL BAND, EXPLOSIVE] Remember, remember, The fifth of November. The ashes may scatter, But the spark lives forever. The barrels failed, But the words live on. You can bury the messenger, But the message carries on. An idea is bulletproof, An idea is bulletproof. No throne, no flag, no chosen few, Own the right to question what is true. An idea is bulletproof. It only needs to be remembered. [OUTRO | SPOKEN, QUIET] The barrels failed. The mask remained. The names will change. The questions won't. Remember.
