Title: "Burn the Crown"

Purpose: A battle cry. A warning. A declaration — that love of country means fighting for its true soul, not letting it be hijacked by hate, lies, and regressive violence. [Verse 1] They paint the sky in red and gold, But it’s blood on the dollar, a story sold. White hoods in suits, they kiss the flag, While children vanish in a racist drag. They preach salvation from a poisoned well, Ring the church bells to cast their spell. “God and guns,” that’s their creed — But their God don’t bleed, only feeds. [Pre-Chorus] Oh, I heard that cry in ‘33, Same boots on the streets, same disease. Now it’s back with a southern sneer, Whispering hate into every ear. [Chorus] BURN THE CROWN! (Burn it down!) RIP THAT LIE TO THE GROUND! (Tear it out!) You can't crucify truth and call it pride, When your roots are rotten, your soul denied! FIGHT THE FIRE! (With fire!) LET THE PEOPLE CHOIR RISE HIGHER! (Higher!) You don’t get to hide behind a dream While you stitch a fascist, blood-silk seam! [Verse 2] They gaslight moms when schools explode, Say "thoughts and prayers" — but no one’s owed. They worship lies like holy wine, While the poor keep dying in the borderline. MAGA’s mask? It’s just a scream Wrapped in a flag, a fascist dream. They call it "freedom" — it’s a cage, Locking out every shade, every age. [Pre-Chorus] They scream "America!" but it’s not ours — Built on stolen bones and stolen shores. You don’t reclaim what was built to steal, You don’t heal a wound with a rusted steel! [Chorus] BURN THE CROWN! (Burn it down!) RIP THAT LIE TO THE GROUND! (Tear it out!) You can’t love a nation, hate its soul, And call yourself a patriot, fuckin’ whole! FIGHT THE FIRE! (With fire!) LET THE PEOPLE CHOIR RISE HIGHER! (Louder!) You don’t get to crown yourself a king While you crucify the very thing liberty means! [Bridge — You think this is new? I’ve seen this face — in Berlin, in Rome, in Little Rock. Same eyes, same hate, same clenched fist in a prayer. They don’t want greatness — they want control. They don’t want borders — they want your throat. So when they come with their torches and tweets, You meet them not with silence — but with feet. With fists. With song. With the righteous rage of the wronged too long. [Chorus — ] BURN THE CROWN! (BURN IT DOWN!) RIP THAT LIE TO THE GROUND! (TEAR IT OUT!) No more silence! No disguise! We see the fangs behind those eyes! FIGHT THE FIRE! (WITH FIRE!) LET THE PEOPLE CHOIR CLIMB HIGHER! (SCREAM IT!) We are the storm, we are the flood — You don’t get to kill us in the name of "love"! [Outro — You can scream “Make America” ‘til your face turns blue… But America won’t die for you. We are here. We are loud. We are the crowd — That drags your hate into the ground. …Yeah. We’re still here.