[Intro – Broadcast + Chant Overlapping] [Broadcast] “Tonight’s headlines: stability denied, Generations stranded in overtime. Experts assure us nothing’s wrong— Meanwhile, your future’s already gone.” [Chant – Gang Vocals] Raise your flags of broken deals! March in time with unpaid bills! One hand on your heart, the other on rent— Pledge allegiance to what’s already spent! [Verse 1 – Reported Chaos] Breaking live from crowded streets, Sirens crack through marching feet. Glass facades begin to crack, No control, they can’t backtrack. Every slogan torn apart, Recognition is how we start. [Chorus – Gang Vocals, Furious] Recognize this world? /Not me! Nothing left of what should be! Recognize this world? /Not me! We reject their misery! [Verse 2 – Broadcast Clash] Lines collapse, the shields give way, Talking heads still spew decay. Empty speeches fill the void, Their authority destroyed. History "live" on stolen feeds, People rising from broken needs. [Chorus – Gang Vocals, Furious] Recognize this world? /Not me! Nothing left of what should be! Recognize this world? /Not me! We reject their misery! [Verse 3 – Live Broadcast, Chaotic] Cameras shake on fractured ground, Spray-paint slogans circle round. “Order holds,” the anchor cries, Muted by a billion lives. Lie've uprising, /Here and Now! The signal’s ours, /We claim it loud! [Bridge – Shouted, Chaotic Energy] Name the lie! /Watch it die! "Normal life" is a "rope necktie!" Name the lie! /Watch it die! Raise the truth and amplify! [Final Chorus – Gang Vocals, Maximum Chaos] Recognize this world? /Not me! Nothing left of what should be! Recognize this world? /Not me! We reject their misery! [Outro – Broadcast + Chant Overlapping] [Broadcast – Static Distortion] “Order restored… nothing to see. Keep consuming… endlessly. Tomorrow will look just the same— Just empty lives to feed the flame.” [Chant – Gang Vocals] Name the lie! /Watch it die! "Normal life" is a "rope necktie!" Raise your fists, our signal’s on— The world is cracked, the mask is gone! [Spoken Broadcast – Static Distortion] This plastic world is theirs. Ours? Ours is growing. ...and they won’t stop our signal. [fade] [end]