“Rage on the Same Old Stage”

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Pre‑Chorus
“Don’t you see the shadow? Turn the volume up, the truth’s a roar!”

Chorus
We’re the fire‑spit of the broken, the wail of the damned, 
Screaming louder than the trumpets of a fascist band.
MAGA’s black‑heart flag, a Nazi’s scarlet rose, 
ICE’s cold stare, the Gestapo’s ghost.
Pull the rope, tear the walls, let the people roar— 
‘Cause we ain’t gonna bow to the same old horror.

Verse 2
ICE trucks roll like black‑suit SS, 
Detaining souls, a “law‑and‑order” mess.
Families ripped, like Kristallnacht nights, 
All for a wall that never rights.
“Build the border!” they howl in spite, 
While the world watches the night swallow light.

Bridge 
One love? One truth?
Bass thumps—boom! boom! boom!—
“Stop the oppression, stop the doom!”
Skank the rhythm, let the riddim roll, 
Expose the tyrant, strip the throne.

Verse 3
Hitler’s ghost in a Twitter feed, 
Spewing hate, a demon’s seed.
“America first”—the same old creed, 
Nuremberg trials we all need.
From the Reichstag fire to Capitol flame, 
History’s torch burns the same fake name.

Pre‑Chorus
“Feel the heat, the venom in the air— we’re not your puppets, we’re the flare!”

Chorus 
We’re the fire‑spit of the broken, the wail of the damned, 
Screaming louder than the trumpets of a fascist band.
MAGA’s black‑heart flag, a Nazi’s scarlet rose, 
ICE’s cold stare, the Gestapo’s ghost.
Pull the rope, tear the walls, let the people roar— 
‘Cause we ain’t gonna bow to the same old horror.

Verse 4
Joplin’s howl, a siren’s scream, 
“Don’t you cry, don’t you dream— just rise!”
From the Delta blues to the Caribbean tide, 
We’ll drown the tyrant, turn the tide.
So light the match, set the night ablaze, 
A protest song—our final, fierce phrase.

Outro 
“The curtain falls, the stage is set—
We’re the voice that won’t forget.
From Berlin to DC, the same evil breath,
We’ll keep shouting ‘til there’s nothing left but truth.”

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Verse 1 I hear the echo of a marching drum,  Red caps and swastika‑shaped slogans hum. Trump’s golden grin, a dictator’s grin,  “Make America Great”—the same old sin. From Mein Kampf to courtroom lies,  History repeats in a blood‑stained sunrise. Pre‑Chorus “Don’t you see the shadow? Turn the volume up, the truth’s a roar!” Chorus We’re the fire‑spit of the broken, the wail of the damned,  Screaming louder than the trumpets of a fascist band. MAGA’s black‑heart flag, a Nazi’s scarlet rose,  ICE’s cold stare, the Gestapo’s ghost. Pull the rope, tear the walls, let the people roar—  ‘Cause we ain’t gonna bow to the same old horror. Verse 2 ICE trucks roll like black‑suit SS,  Detaining souls, a “law‑and‑order” mess. Families ripped, like Kristallnacht nights,  All for a wall that never rights. “Build the border!” they howl in spite,  While the world watches the night swallow light. Bridge One love? One truth? Bass thumps—boom! boom! boom!— “Stop the oppression, stop the doom!” Skank the rhythm, let the riddim roll,  Expose the tyrant, strip the throne. Verse 3 Hitler’s ghost in a Twitter feed,  Spewing hate, a demon’s seed. “America first”—the same old creed,  Nuremberg trials we all need. From the Reichstag fire to Capitol flame,  History’s torch burns the same fake name. Pre‑Chorus “Feel the heat, the venom in the air— we’re not your puppets, we’re the flare!” Chorus We’re the fire‑spit of the broken, the wail of the damned,  Screaming louder than the trumpets of a fascist band. MAGA’s black‑heart flag, a Nazi’s scarlet rose,  ICE’s cold stare, the Gestapo’s ghost. Pull the rope, tear the walls, let the people roar—  ‘Cause we ain’t gonna bow to the same old horror. Verse 4 Joplin’s howl, a siren’s scream,  “Don’t you cry, don’t you dream— just rise!” From the Delta blues to the Caribbean tide,  We’ll drown the tyrant, turn the tide. So light the match, set the night ablaze,  A protest song—our final, fierce phrase. Outro “The curtain falls, the stage is set— We’re the voice that won’t forget. From Berlin to DC, the same evil breath, We’ll keep shouting ‘til there’s nothing left but truth.”

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