[Intro – Spoken, low, like V under the cloak] “Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot…” [Verse 1] Guy Fawkes in the cellar, thirty-six barrels deep, Not prayer, not petition—high explosive sleep. Parliament’s a brothel, lords pimping the realm, We the johns with the match, time to overwhelm. They tax breath, track steps, brand the dissident “hate,” But every drone in the sky’s just a pigeon too late. No rainbow flags on the scaffold, no pronouns in the flame, Just powder, plot, and the people reclaiming their name. [Hook – Chant, crowd-ready] Remember, remember—the Fifth of November! Gunpowder, treason, no king, no surrender! Masks on, chains off—let the palace remember: We don’t ask, we blast—eternal November! [Verse 2] “But what of the man?”—nothing but ash and a grin, Ideas are bulletproof, flesh just lets the spark in. They locked the doors, burned the books, froze the accounts, Still the ledger of tyrants bleeds when the people mount. CBDC shackles? We trade in the dark, Sats in cold wallets—every tx a spark. No DEI sermons, no guilt for being born, Just the smell of cordite and a nation reborn. [Hook – Chant, louder] Remember, remember—the Fifth of November! Gunpowder, treason, no king, no surrender! Masks on, chains off—let the palace remember: We don’t ask, we blast—eternal November! [Verse 3 – Full V speech woven in, rapid-fire] “A great vault beneath the House—barrels in a row, thirty-six whispers saying ‘time to go.’ The King and his court, fat on famine and fear— one match, one moment, one crystalline tear. But the Plot was betrayed, yet the spirit escaped, through masks, through memes, through the lies they draped. So here we stand, heirs to the gunpowder ghost— not to kneel, not to beg, but to give them the most.” No permits, no pronouns, no digital leash, Just the roar of the people and the silence of speech. [Final Hook – Arena-sized, defiant] REMEMBER, REMEMBER—THE FIFTH OF NOVEMBER! GUNPOWDER, TREASON—NO KING, NO SURRENDER! MASKS ON, CHAINS OFF—LET THE PALACE REMEMBER: WE DON’T ASK, WE BLAST—ETERNAL NOVEMBER! [Outro – Whisper into echo] “…and thus, on the Fifth of November, we teach them again— the Treason lives in every heart that refuses to bend.”
