Liberty’s Last Meal by Ravey Graves

Liberty’s Last Meal (The Realism Edit)
(Style: Aggressive Industrial Grunge / Hardcore Spoken Word)
(Atmosphere: Distorted bass, the sound of glass breaking, and a frantic, driving industrial beat)
Verse 1
Look at the slick and the neon rot,
What you left broken in the corner of the lot.
She didn't fall—she was pushed from the highest of heights
By the cowards in the office, in the middle of the night.
She’s oxidized, discarded, a sick shade of green,
Crushed like a can by your industrial machine.
No flags for the victim, no respect will she share 
Just her hired silence selling a vacant stare.
Face down in the grease and the grit,
Under a sign where the lies never quit.
Cold crown discarded to the drive-thru lane,While you wash your profit in the filth of your rain.Face down in the diesel and solid carbon dust,A legacy traded exchanged for salt and for rust.They feast on the corpse while the stories grow cold,The war starts tonight for the futures that they sold.
Verse 2Mark the chalk, mark the spot,For the flame you killed and the souls that you bought.No "struggle signs"? No "prints in frame"?Every architect of greed has already claimed the blame.The stone tablet's broken, propping up the door,You crushed her last breath now your demanding us for more.Clear the lot for your breakfast rush,I hope you choke on your justice and your toung is filled with mush.
The wakes is in the back and the parasites attend
Toasting to the carcass, like she was some kind of freind 
Sharp suits and wet smiles, a predatory grin,Counting up the coinage under mountains of their sin.You signed the warrants, you cut all the wires,
Then you stood back and laughed after you pushed us in the fire the fire.You don't smell the ozone, or the garbage in the sea?We're coming for the secrets you fought so hard to keep.The false press dent is screaming, he’s protecting his own purse,they hook up the chains tied to her broken curse tied it to the ones who mugged her worst They drag her away surgicals the haste,But the ground where she fell is the war path that we traced.You think it's erased? You think you're unseen?Look into the fire rising from your bullshit machine.
Hose down the crime, scrub the blood and the stain,
But the copper drum is freedom, beating in your new found pains.Forget the old lines, forget the internal fight,
We stand shoulder-to-shoulder, demanding back our rights.
That slick on the asphalt? It's the line in the sand,A single voice for the freedom  takeing back our land.The dinner menu starts here at five every night,
But we're burning down the city Charing you lies with light.
No more hollow factions, no more cheap and bitter fear.
THE WAKE IS OVER. THE BRIGHT RISING IS HERE.
You see the greedy, grasping hand, the thief you voted to the height.Sever that wicked, choking grip, and make the future bright.

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Liberty’s Last Meal (The Realism Edit) (Style: Aggressive Industrial Grunge / Hardcore Spoken Word) (Atmosphere: Distorted bass, the sound of glass breaking, and a frantic, driving industrial beat) Verse 1 Look at the slick and the neon rot, What you left broken in the corner of the lot. She didn't fall—she was pushed from the highest of heights By the cowards in the office, in the middle of the night. She’s oxidized, discarded, a sick shade of green, Crushed like a can by your industrial machine. No flags for the victim, no respect will she share Just her hired silence selling a vacant stare. Face down in the grease and the grit, Under a sign where the lies never quit. Cold crown discarded to the drive-thru lane,While you wash your profit in the filth of your rain.Face down in the diesel and solid carbon dust,A legacy traded exchanged for salt and for rust.They feast on the corpse while the stories grow cold,The war starts tonight for the futures that they sold. Verse 2Mark the chalk, mark the spot,For the flame you killed and the souls that you bought.No "struggle signs"? No "prints in frame"?Every architect of greed has already claimed the blame.The stone tablet's broken, propping up the door,You crushed her last breath now your demanding us for more.Clear the lot for your breakfast rush,I hope you choke on your justice and your toung is filled with mush. The wakes is in the back and the parasites attend Toasting to the carcass, like she was some kind of freind Sharp suits and wet smiles, a predatory grin,Counting up the coinage under mountains of their sin.You signed the warrants, you cut all the wires, Then you stood back and laughed after you pushed us in the fire the fire.You don't smell the ozone, or the garbage in the sea?We're coming for the secrets you fought so hard to keep.The false press dent is screaming, he’s protecting his own purse,they hook up the chains tied to her broken curse tied it to the ones who mugged her worst They drag her away surgicals the haste,But the ground where she fell is the war path that we traced.You think it's erased? You think you're unseen?Look into the fire rising from your bullshit machine. Hose down the crime, scrub the blood and the stain, But the copper drum is freedom, beating in your new found pains.Forget the old lines, forget the internal fight, We stand shoulder-to-shoulder, demanding back our rights. That slick on the asphalt? It's the line in the sand,A single voice for the freedom takeing back our land.The dinner menu starts here at five every night, But we're burning down the city Charing you lies with light. No more hollow factions, no more cheap and bitter fear. THE WAKE IS OVER. THE BRIGHT RISING IS HERE. You see the greedy, grasping hand, the thief you voted to the height.Sever that wicked, choking grip, and make the future bright.

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