Five Middle Fingers

(Cold Open – drums + guitar stab) Yeah. Okay. Here we go. ⸻ Chorus 1 (raw, chant-y, your original energy) I got two hands 🙌 Each one with five middle fingers! For you and you and you and you and you! Yeah you — and you — and you! I got two hands 🙌 Each one with five middle fingers! No more smiling through the splinters This one’s for the ringmasters too! ⸻ Verse 1 (tight, sarcastic groove) You want polite? I tried that role Bent my back to fit the mold Kept the peace, bit my tongue Clapped on cue when you’d begun Jump when called, grin on time Swallow every warning sign Played the game, paid the toll Watched it eat me whole ⸻ Pre-Chorus (build tension) Oh, I tried to be agreeable But agreeable’s defeatable ⸻ Chorus 2 (still aggressive but tighter rhythm) I got two hands Ten bad manners Tired of dancing for your planners For the bosses and the scanners For the noise inside my head I got two hands Ten red flags No more carrying your bags If the shoe fits — congrats You can wear it instead ⸻ Verse 2 (more focused defiance) You mistake calm for compliance You mistake grace for silence You mistake “fine” for devotion You mistake fear for promotion But balance breaks when pushed too far Even peace has teeth and scars You can lean but not forever Even scales can sever ⸻ Bridge (half-time, darker, heavy groove) I was built for harmony Not your hierarchy Push me past the line And watch what I become (beat drop) ⸻ Final Chorus (evolved, sharper, anthemic) I got two hands Ten declarations No more bending expectations No more cheap negotiations I’m done trying to be tame Two hands up No disclaimers I won’t dance for ringmasters If you tip the scales too far Don’t act shocked by the spark ⸻ Outro (chaotic, triumphant crash) (Gang vocal chant:) “Two hands up!” “Two hands up!” (Hard crash ending)