[Intro: Guitar solo] [verse 1] You light your fuse and hide your hands, Watching chaos on demand, You call it truth, but it’s a scam— A whisper war, a clickbait jam. You thrive on fury, feed on spite, Too scared to stand, too loud to fight. You prod the beasts, then play the saint, Fake outrage, painted restraint. [pre-chorus] You want the blood, but not the blame, Throwing stones and hiding names— But the mirror knows your face, Coward dressed in righteous grace. [chorus] You poke the bear and run for cover, Playing victim, like no other. Spinning lies for twisted fame, But the fire remembers your name. You poke the bear — your hands still shake, When the ground starts to quake, ‘Cause the beast you woke won’t care — When it finds you standing there. [verse 2] You talk in teeth, you hiss and grin, But no one buys the mask you’re in. You crave the crowd, the smoke, the spark, But fear the dark you help to start. You beg for peace when claws come near, Suddenly your soul’s sincere— But no apology erases scars, You drew constellations out of wars. [pre-chorus] You fake the fall, you play the part, But justice hunts with iron heart. When truth awakes, she doesn’t care— Who dared to poke the sleeping bear. [chorus] You poke the bear and run for cover, Playing victim, like no other. Spinning lies for twisted fame, But the fire remembers your name. You poke the bear — your hands still shake, When the ground starts to quake, ‘Cause the beast you woke won’t care — When it finds you standing there. [bridge] Keyboard warrior, ghost crusader, Self-made martyr, imitation savior. Your courage lives in comment chains, But dies when met with real pain. And when the silence hits too loud, You’ll hear your echoes in the crowd— Every jab, every sneer, Carved your name in your own fear. [guitar solo break] [final chorus] You poke the bear and call it art, Then cry for mercy when it starts. You built your fame from stolen rage, Now you’re just a name on an empty page. You poke the bear — now face the sound, No more hiding underground. The beast is awake, beware — It’s justice wearing your despair. [outro] Poke the bear… Poke the bear… You wanted war— So Now it’s there.
