[Intro – contrabass riff + broken trumpe echo] Tick-tock, streets talk — no one's listenin' Skies burn red, but the news stays glistenin’ Fires in the alley, laughter on screen Welcome to the age of the obscene [Verse 1 – emo rap + jazz groove] Scrollin' through silence, filters and shame, Trolls eat truth while the headlines flame. Kids wear masks, but not just for air, It’s the fear in the stares and nobody cares. Politicians grinnin’ on a shattered parade, Marchin’ through TikTok, sellin’ us “brave.” But mom’s got two jobs, dad’s gone cold, And rent eats dreams we used to hold. [Chorus – thrash metal burst, raw] This is the march of the broken and blind, Singin’ loud with a question in mind: "Do we even care, or just pretend?" "Is the world gonna bend or just end?" Raise your voice if you're barely alive, Fake smiles, while we struggle to survive. This is the rhythm of pain we choose, Marchin’ in circles, no one moves. [Verse 2 – dixie brass + metal overlay] Dixieland horns with a gunshot beat, Jazz in the ruins, metal in the street. Grandma's pills cost more than her pay, Still she smiles like it’s just okay. Screens full of dopamine, hearts full of rust, Trust’s just a filter, breakin' like dust. Contrabass hums like a war-torn hymn, Hope plays faint, but the lights are dim. [Bridge – emo rap, whispered flow] I don’t want your like, I don’t want your view, I just want a world that don’t feel untrue. Where the tears ain’t memes and the cries ain’t staged, Where we ain’t all rats inside a cage. [Final Chorus – full distortion + brass collapse] This is the march of the broken and blind, Echoes of souls left behind. We scream through static, punch through haze, Beggin’ for light in a thousand ways. Raise your hand if you're still awake, If your faith’s cracked but it won’t break. This is the hymn of the barely bruised — Marchin’ on, with nothing to lose. [Outro – contrabass solo, fading whispers] Tick... tock... march on... or drop...
