(Intro - A harsh, distorted political soundbite is quickly cut off by a grinding, dissonant guitar riff. The beat drops in with a furious, chaotic trap rhythm.) (Am) (F) (C) (G) (Spoken, low voice, over the beat): Yeah. This isn't about policy. This is about the noise that never stops. (Verse 1 - Rap Flow: The Constant Noise) (Am) Turn on the screen, man, it's the same damn circus and clown (F) Spitting the venom that tears the whole damn country down (C) The division is the strategy, the chaos is the cost and the price (G) Every tweet is a match thrown to melt the political ice and slice up the nation. (Am) I see the manufactured rage, the calculated hate and scorn (F) Making neighbors enemies from the minute that we wake in the morn (C) The fear is the fertilizer, feeding the roots of the fight (G) While the ones at the top just sit back, watching us eat the whole damn lie! (Am) We're talking past each other, screaming into the void that they made (F) Every conversation turned into a destructive grenade and parade of anger (C) The volume is maxed out, trying to drown the truth of the score (G) Man, I'm exhausted from the noise, I can't take this static no more! (Pre-Chorus - The beat intensifies. The synth swells with piercing, dissonant sound. The vocal shifts to a strained, raw shout.) (F) They hijacked the anchor, they redefined the message and the code! (C) Every day feels heavier, crushing us beneath the load! (G) I HATE THE DIVISION! I HATE THE FAKE WAR! (Am) GIVE US THE SILENCE! SHUT THE DAMN DOOR! (Chorus - Screamo Vocals dominate. The music is a chaotic, grinding wall of sound with relentless, sharp hits.) (Am) (F) (C) (G) (SCREAMED): THE DIVIDE DOCTRINE! FOUR YEARS OF STATIC NOISE! (Am) (F) (C) (G) YOU STOLE THE DEBATE! YOU KILLED THE COLLECTIVE VOICE! (Am) (F) (C) (G) I'M SICK OF THE FURY! SICK OF THE DAILY FIGHT! (Am) (F) (C) (G) I WANT THE VOLUME DOWN! GIVE ME BACK THE LIGHT! (Verse 2 - Screamo Rap Flow: The Exhaustion) (Am) I used to believe in the system, the platform, the plan that was true (F) Now it's just a reality show, sponsored by the money and you! (C) The outrage is monetized, the anger is the brand and the scheme (G) Living through this era feels like a never-ending, terrible dream that will scream forever. (Am) We gotta detox from the feed, gotta unplug from the source of the lie (F) Stop letting the fear be the lens that colors the sky in our eye (C) The real fight is finding the common ground beneath the wreckage and waste (G) But they keep stacking the roadblocks, ensuring we never taste the peace and the haste to heal. (Breakdown - Music slams into a slow, heavy, suffocating rhythm. The riff is mechanical and grinding. Vocals are guttural growls.) (F) (Growled): YOU CAN'T WIN IF WE UNITE! (C) (Growled): YOU CAN'T THRIVE IN THE QUIET! (G) (Growled): SO THEY KEEP THE VOLUME MAXED! (Am) (SCREAMED, long and raw): AND THE TRUTH IS FUCKING ATTACKED! (The music slams back into speed) (Chorus - Final, overwhelming, brutal assault. Maximum vocal and instrumental intensity.) (Am) (F) (C) (G) (SCREAMED): THE DIVIDE DOCTRINE! FOUR YEARS OF STATIC NOISE! (Am) (F) (C) (G) YOU STOLE THE DEBATE! YOU KILLED THE COLLECTIVE VOICE! (Am) (F) (C) (G) I'M SICK OF THE FURY! SICK OF THE DAILY FIGHT! (Am) (F) (C) (G) I WANT THE VOLUME DOWN! GIVE ME BACK THE LIGHT! (Outro - The fast, mechanical beat continues, accelerating and fading out into pure white noise static.) (Am) (F) (C) (G) (SCREAMED): SILENCE! SILENCE! (Am) (F) (C) (G) (The music devolves into a wall of aggressive static, then abruptly cuts to silence.)
