Distraction

The rap metal track opens with crisp, layered drums and agile, funky fretless bass lines, Clean yet aggressive female vocals drive the verses, backed by gritty overdriven guitars, Chorus sections explode with dynamic backing vocals and choir accents, while interludes feature lush synth swells, ambient samples, and swirling panned guitar solos, Deep sub bass and clever stereo imaging keep energy high, with constant sonic twists maintaining an edgy, infectious groove, Brass instrumentd like trumpets and hornd accent the music along with occasional turntables, Aggressive, provocative, and riotous

If the chokehold...
they have on you...
is ever questioned...
It's time for a new distraction.

If this is about illegals, why's it calm at the border?
Hunting in blue states, they planned all this disorder.
If this is about the law, why the unmarked vans?
Justice doesn't hide, but theater always can.

This isn't to keep us safe, this feels like a show.
Safety doesn't trend, fear's the seed they want to grow.
The timing seems fitting, and the evidence piles,
Make a new show, distract from the Epstein Files.

When the powerful are vulnerable, they cue the fight below.
Spotlights on the desperate, while the architects lay low.
Poor versus poor, the oldest trick they know.
Updated for the internet, Fascism Nouveau.

ICE hired those proud boys, you're expendable too.
Thought you'd be one of them, but you never knew.
A fifty-grand sign-on bonus, they lined up in queue.
The public hates you, but if you quit, that bonus is due.

Thought you'd catch criminals, maybe clean up a mess.
Not kick in doors to manufacture distress.
Stuck as the secret police, you can't eschew.
You're a pawn, and they don't care about you.

When the powerful are vulnerable, they cue the fight below.
Spotlights on the desperate, while the architects lay low.
Law used as a weapon, fear is the plan.
Welcome to America, now get in the van!

From the top down, hunt brown, do what you're told.
Today's nobles, modern Goebbels, orders from old gold.
Democracy is dead, bribe the figurehead, write a blank check.
They delegate, then checkmate, put boots on your neck.
If it fails, goes off the rails, they have a contingency.
Somewhere cold, to hoard their gold, lose some proximity.
Meet Praxis, the new Axis, they go where laws don't apply.
Misery's masters go to greener pastures to watch America die.

They own the government, greed became disease.
Those who don't comply will be forced onto their knees.
The Constitution is out, this is a stress test run.
On how fast your rights fold when under the gun.

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If the chokehold... they have on you... is ever questioned... It's time for a new distraction. If this is about illegals, why's it calm at the border? Hunting in blue states, they planned all this disorder. If this is about the law, why the unmarked vans? Justice doesn't hide, but theater always can. This isn't to keep us safe, this feels like a show. Safety doesn't trend, fear's the seed they want to grow. The timing seems fitting, and the evidence piles, Make a new show, distract from the Epstein Files. When the powerful are vulnerable, they cue the fight below. Spotlights on the desperate, while the architects lay low. Poor versus poor, the oldest trick they know. Updated for the internet, Fascism Nouveau. ICE hired those proud boys, you're expendable too. Thought you'd be one of them, but you never knew. A fifty-grand sign-on bonus, they lined up in queue. The public hates you, but if you quit, that bonus is due. Thought you'd catch criminals, maybe clean up a mess. Not kick in doors to manufacture distress. Stuck as the secret police, you can't eschew. You're a pawn, and they don't care about you. When the powerful are vulnerable, they cue the fight below. Spotlights on the desperate, while the architects lay low. Law used as a weapon, fear is the plan. Welcome to America, now get in the van! From the top down, hunt brown, do what you're told. Today's nobles, modern Goebbels, orders from old gold. Democracy is dead, bribe the figurehead, write a blank check. They delegate, then checkmate, put boots on your neck. If it fails, goes off the rails, they have a contingency. Somewhere cold, to hoard their gold, lose some proximity. Meet Praxis, the new Axis, they go where laws don't apply. Misery's masters go to greener pastures to watch America die. They own the government, greed became disease. Those who don't comply will be forced onto their knees. The Constitution is out, this is a stress test run. On how fast your rights fold when under the gun.

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