[Intro (00:00–00:30) Minimal, tense build Pulsating distorted bass Broken electronic clicks Whispered vocals, almost paranoid Sudden silence → explosion] [(Verse 1)Funky but violent Bass groove front and centre Tight, nervous drums Spoken vocals sliding between low and high Glitch cuts mid-sentence] They say freedom comes in uniforms Boots on the ground, flags in the air But you can’t teach a law with loaded guns No one listens when fear’s the prayer [(Verse 2) Ascension 1 Muse-style epic rise Big synth chords Drums double in intensity Vocals climb into falsetto, strained and emotional] Feels triumphant but unstable War makes kings out of cautious men Silence grows where debate once stood Eyes on the screens, hands off the pen Generals speak for the common good [Pre-Chorus: Break / Collapse] We forget our rights when the drums begin Trade our voices for victory songs Marching fast in borrowed skin Cheering loud while it all goes wrong [Chorus: Completely different feel Faster BPM Industrial electro beat Chopped vocal samples Aggressive, sarcastic tone] No one loves the armed missionaries Preaching peace with a loaded hand History laughs, it’s déjà-vu Rome’s still falling, just dressed in blue [Verse 3: Descent Dark, heavy, slow Crushing bass Half-time drums Low, threatening vocals Apocalyptic mood] Cæsar smiles, Pompey waves Different names, the same old play They send us out to earn their graves Then rule at home when we’re away [Pre-Chorus: No rules All instruments clash Glitches everywhere Screams, whispers, spoken lines overlapping Extreme dynamics] A war declared, a crown disguised A hero built for the evening news You fight for them, they pick the side And freedom’s always the thing you lose [Chorus: Sudden switch to a fast, danceable groove. Funky distorted bass slaps aggressively. Tight, punchy drums with sharp hi-hats. Synth stabs bounce erratically. Vocals are sarcastic, rhythmic, almost spoken-shouted, with call-and-response energy. Short phrases, repeated mantras, then abrupt rhythmic breaks. Feels like a nightclub riot in a dystopian future] No one loves the armed missionaries Marching truth across the land The flag goes up, the people fade A general writes what we obey [Bridge: dance-punk possédé] If he’s strong, he takes the throne If he’s weak, he kneels and smiles Hands the power back to the crown Asks for chains, just gold-styled [Outro: Abrupt, unsettling One last bass hit Feedback fading into silence] It’s not a nation at war anymore Just an army and a face The louder the cannons roar The faster liberty escapes
