Unelected Officials

[Anti-drop] [Pre-verse, clean vocals only] No election. No real choice. The same officials are Still in charge. [Verse 1, death metal vocals] They do not campaign, they do not ask They inherit power and never pass Same families, same circles, same old gates New face on the screen, same hidden state Votes go in, but the rules stay fixed Bound by laws that the public did not pick Manifestos sold like a public show But the real decisions happen out of view, below [Pre-drop tension] [Breakdown, groove based] They promise change, then nothing shifts Just fresh suits over the same old grip The people choose from a narrow list While the machine keeps running as it always did [Pre-Chorus] We call it democracy, but look closer A managed system with a polished cover You are allowed to speak, allowed to vote Not allowed to touch the hand on the throat [Chorus] It is control without consent Power held with no descent They wear the crown without the name And leave the people trapped in the game It is the illusion of free choice While the same old rulers keep their voice No real change, just a different face........ That is how they keep their plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace!!! [Verse 2] Laws written by donors and lobby men Then sold to the public as “best for them” Regulators come from the firms they police Then go back to those firms in peace Conflict of interest, dressed up clean Legal on paper, rotten beneath Tax loopholes wide, schools underfunded Hospitals strained while the rich go untouched, unbothered Assets rise while wages lag The rent goes up, the people get dragged They squeeze the poor, then blame their pain While the same elites keep all the gain This is not freedom with a few mistakes This is a system built to protect its stakes The public pays, the public waits While private power sets the state [Anti-drop] [Pre-Chorus] You can vote, but can you remove The people who really make the rules? You can protest, shout, and stand But the whole machine was built by hand [Chorus] It is control without consent Power held with no descent They wear the crown without the name And leave the people trapped in the game It is the illusion of free choice While the same old rulers keep their voice No real change, just a different face......... This is how they keep their plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace!!! [Verse 3] Feudal in form, modern in suit Landlords, banks, and patrons at the root A handful own what millions need Then call it markets and call it free You work all week, they own the ground You make the world, they claim the crown And every election, same result Different slogan, same assault They bury corruption in procedure and law Hide the crime in the language they draw “Technical,” “necessary,” “security,” “stability” Words used to dress up accountability’s invisibility [Breakdown, death metal based] And when the public starts asking why They call it extreme, they say do not fight But silence is how the cages stay And consent is manufactured that way [Bridge] No mandate No mercy No removal No shame Just power passing hand to hand Like inherited land [Breakdown] Who asked them in? Who made them king? Who gave them the right To own everything? Not the people. Not the street. Not the workers they squeeze Not the votes they defeeeeeeeeeeeeat [Final Chorus] It is control without consent Power held with no descent They wear the crown without the name And leave the people trapped in the game It is the illusion of free choice While the same old rulers keep their voice No real change, just a different face.......... This is how they keep their plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace!!! [Outro] No election. No ballot. Still in chaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrge.