The Goose vs. The Gander 50.1 [EXPLICIT]

[Verse: Driving Rhythm] They’ve got the flock out here hissing over a line in the dirt. While the ones in the high nests never feel a moments hurt. What’s good for the goose is a cage and a clipped wing. While the Gander at the top doesn't have to do a goddamn thing. They throw a handful of grain and watch the feathers start to fly. Keeping our heads on the ground so we never look at the sky. [Chorus: Heavy & Impactful] The real question isn't which wing is flapping for the show. The question is why the Gander’s belly is the only one to grow. It’s a manufactured fence, a calculated split in the pond. To keep us biting at each other while they break every bond. The Gander protects the Gander while the geese are told to fight. But we’re all just shivering together in the same cold, dark night. [Verse: Narrative & Gritty] Look at the clouds hovering over the golden eggs in the tall grass. The corrupt and the depraved hid behind a wall of polished glass. They squawk on the TV about freedom and the open air. While they’re plucking every feather until the whole damn flock is bare. The goslings are detained and the families are scattered in the gale. While the Gander tells a joke and moves the scale to make the sale. [Bridge: Shifting Tempo / Aggressive] Strength without empathy is just a beak that’s meant to tear. Power without humility is a predator’s cold and vacant stare. They’ve got us policing the pond while they’re poisoning the well. Sending the flock to war while they’re safe inside the shell. Why is there always a fortune for the talon and the claw? But never enough to keep the winter from the nest’s raw straw? [Verse: Reflective / Low Energy] Funny how it works when the tone from the top is nothing but a hiss. Unity disappears in a fog of everything we’re forced to miss. You can honk at the farmer and still love the land beneath your feet. Real patriotism is the accountability that makes the circle complete. I refuse to pretend that the fox in the coop is doing just fine. I refuse to let them draw a border across your heart and mine. [Chorus: Heavy & Impactful] The real question isn't which wing is flapping for the show. The question is why the Gander’s belly is the only one to grow. It’s a manufactured fence, a calculated split in the pond. To keep us biting at each other while they break every bond. The Gander protects the Gander while the geese are told to fight. But we’re all just shivering together in the same cold, dark night. [Outro: Minimalist / Percussive] Be honest with yourself. The pond is shrinking. We’re just a bully with better PR. And the fence was built to keep you small. Look up for once. The sky belongs to the goose, too.