Face Eating Leopards (C)

Heavy slap bassline, Bass Guitar, Tim Commerford, Rapcore, Zack de la Rocha, RATM, Rap metal, rap rock, funk metal, alternative metal, Rage Against The Machine, clear vocals, professional, studio recording

[Intro: Electric Bass, Heavy Slap Bassline]
[Instrument: Bass Guitar]
[Rhythmic bassline]

[Hook] 
[Spoken word]
"Thought I was feeding the revolution.
Expose the deep state lies.
Thought I was stickin' it to the elite...
Turns out it was just their dinner time."

[Vocals: Guttural Scream]
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

[Verse 1] 
[Vocalist:  Aggressive, Male]
Punched my ticket to the slaughter; smiled while I did it,
Blind to the warning signs; proudly committed.
Covered my ears when the truth came screaming,

[Spoken, Tone: confused] "That was just fake news, right?"

I Joined the chant with patriotic fire,
"They're on our side!"; 
didn't see them building my funeral pyre.

Thought I'd ride with the tide of the leopard's voice...
Never thought MY face would be the feast of choice.

[Pre-Chorus] [Style: Gang Vocals]
[Vocals: Chant]  Eye - Thought - They - Were - On - Myyyy Side!
[Vocals: Sung Normal] Rode the wave like a king in the tide -

[Vocals: Chant] Eye - Thought - They - Were - On - Myyyy Side!

[Pause]
[Vocals: Spoken. Tone: confused]  "Wait, What?"

[Chorus] [Style: Call and Response]
They! Ate! My Face!  # (But I voted for them!).
They! Ate! My Rights!   #  (But I stood with them!).
Face-eating leopards!   #  (What did you expect?).
Face-eating leopards!   #  (Coming for your neck)..

Who's next? 
You're next! 
Who's next? 
You're next!

[Verse 2] [Punchy Delivery]
The truth crashed through the lies, words burning down like ash.
They promised: "Trust us — it's the others who'll crash."
Ha!! — Now I'm bagged with the rest of their trash.
Faith ain't armor, it's just a paper mask.
# ...
Blew smoke with 'em — now I'm choking in the dark.
Trapped in media chambers where echoes bark ... loud,
Broke and hopeless, while fake heroes get crowned.
Now I'm draped in a flag that's become my own shroud.

[PreChorus] [Style: Gang Vocals] [ Harmony: Yes] 
[Vocals: Shouted]  Eye - Thought - They - Were - On - Myyyy Side!
[Vocals: Sung Normal] Rode the wave like a king in the tide -
[Vocals: Shouted] Eye - Thought - They - Were - On - Myyyy Side!

[TV Announcer]
"Violence broke out at the rally…",
"…supporters say they're shocked…",
"…devoured by the very party they adored..."

[Guttural Scream] 
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh-ahhhhhh-ahhhhh-ahhh!!!!!!!"

[Bridge] 
[Mood: angry, gritty, emotional] [reset]
We all want someone to believe in,
When the world's burning down around our ears.
But when your heroes turn to predators,
Who's left to take away our fears?

[Verse 3] [Dynamic: Building Intensity and increasing tempo]
System's broken, we're all choking,
On promises that taste like lies.
When the leopards come for feeding time,
Every face becomes a prize.

When you dance with the face-eaters:
You! 
Will! 
Be! 
The! "Main Event!"

[Style: Gang Vocals]  "Main event! Main event! Main event!"

[Verse 4 - Punchy delivery]
Clarity cuts like a blade:: Carved into my skull way too late. 
They said "It's just a nibble," , Now they're feasting on our fate. 
Face-first in regret, Eyes wide with disbelief. 
Your leopard party membership? Just a ticket to be meat.

[PreChorus - Shouted] [Style: Gang Vocals]
Eye - Thought - They - Were - On - Myyyy Side!

They said “It’s just a nibble,”
Now it’s full-on feast.
Now it’s full-on feast.

Eye - Thought - They - Were - On - Myyyy Side!

[Chorus] [Style: Call and Response]
They! Ate! My Face!  ;  (But I voted for them!).
They! Ate! My Rights!   ;  (But I stood with them!).
Face-eating leopards!   ;  (What did you expect?).
Face-eating leopards!   ;  (Coming for your neck)..

Who's next? 
You're next! 
Who's next? 
.........
[Spoken]  "It's you. You're next"

[Outro] 
Ahhahahhhahhhahahhahahahhahahahahahaaaaaa!!!!

[Instrumental Break]
[Instrument: Bass Guitar]
[Rhythmic bassline]

[Spoken] [Tone: shocked]
"Maybe next time I'll reed the warning label:" 
"Caution: The leopards always eat their own."
Heh!
[Spoken] [Tone: sarcastic] 
"Well... at least the libs didn't win.."

[Fade Out]

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[Intro: Electric Bass, Heavy Slap Bassline] [Instrument: Bass Guitar] [Rhythmic bassline] [Hook] [Spoken word] "Thought I was feeding the revolution. Expose the deep state lies. Thought I was stickin' it to the elite... Turns out it was just their dinner time." [Vocals: Guttural Scream] "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" [Verse 1] [Vocalist: Aggressive, Male] Punched my ticket to the slaughter; smiled while I did it, Blind to the warning signs; proudly committed. Covered my ears when the truth came screaming, [Spoken, Tone: confused] "That was just fake news, right?" I Joined the chant with patriotic fire, "They're on our side!"; didn't see them building my funeral pyre. Thought I'd ride with the tide of the leopard's voice... Never thought MY face would be the feast of choice. [Pre-Chorus] [Style: Gang Vocals] [Vocals: Chant] Eye - Thought - They - Were - On - Myyyy Side! [Vocals: Sung Normal] Rode the wave like a king in the tide - [Vocals: Chant] Eye - Thought - They - Were - On - Myyyy Side! [Pause] [Vocals: Spoken. Tone: confused] "Wait, What?" [Chorus] [Style: Call and Response] They! Ate! My Face! # (But I voted for them!). They! Ate! My Rights! # (But I stood with them!). Face-eating leopards! # (What did you expect?). Face-eating leopards! # (Coming for your neck).. Who's next? You're next! Who's next? You're next! [Verse 2] [Punchy Delivery] The truth crashed through the lies, words burning down like ash. They promised: "Trust us — it's the others who'll crash." Ha!! — Now I'm bagged with the rest of their trash. Faith ain't armor, it's just a paper mask. # ... Blew smoke with 'em — now I'm choking in the dark. Trapped in media chambers where echoes bark ... loud, Broke and hopeless, while fake heroes get crowned. Now I'm draped in a flag that's become my own shroud. [PreChorus] [Style: Gang Vocals] [ Harmony: Yes] [Vocals: Shouted] Eye - Thought - They - Were - On - Myyyy Side! [Vocals: Sung Normal] Rode the wave like a king in the tide - [Vocals: Shouted] Eye - Thought - They - Were - On - Myyyy Side! [TV Announcer] "Violence broke out at the rally…", "…supporters say they're shocked…", "…devoured by the very party they adored..." [Guttural Scream] "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh-ahhhhhh-ahhhhh-ahhh!!!!!!!" [Bridge] [Mood: angry, gritty, emotional] [reset] We all want someone to believe in, When the world's burning down around our ears. But when your heroes turn to predators, Who's left to take away our fears? [Verse 3] [Dynamic: Building Intensity and increasing tempo] System's broken, we're all choking, On promises that taste like lies. When the leopards come for feeding time, Every face becomes a prize. When you dance with the face-eaters: You! Will! Be! The! "Main Event!" [Style: Gang Vocals] "Main event! Main event! Main event!" [Verse 4 - Punchy delivery] Clarity cuts like a blade:: Carved into my skull way too late. They said "It's just a nibble," , Now they're feasting on our fate. Face-first in regret, Eyes wide with disbelief. Your leopard party membership? Just a ticket to be meat. [PreChorus - Shouted] [Style: Gang Vocals] Eye - Thought - They - Were - On - Myyyy Side! They said “It’s just a nibble,” Now it’s full-on feast. Now it’s full-on feast. Eye - Thought - They - Were - On - Myyyy Side! [Chorus] [Style: Call and Response] They! Ate! My Face! ; (But I voted for them!). They! Ate! My Rights! ; (But I stood with them!). Face-eating leopards! ; (What did you expect?). Face-eating leopards! ; (Coming for your neck).. Who's next? You're next! Who's next? ......... [Spoken] "It's you. You're next" [Outro] Ahhahahhhahhhahahhahahahhahahahahahaaaaaa!!!! [Instrumental Break] [Instrument: Bass Guitar] [Rhythmic bassline] [Spoken] [Tone: shocked] "Maybe next time I'll reed the warning label:" "Caution: The leopards always eat their own." Heh! [Spoken] [Tone: sarcastic] "Well... at least the libs didn't win.." [Fade Out]

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