This track is a crushing nu-metalcore assault that feels like a confrontation with hidden power structures. Lyrics Below [intro] whispers in the wires, prophets on the payroll, crowns made of paper while the masses stay low [verse] I see the systems, twistin, wishin for more power, control, that's the goal, coils tighten every hour, menus full of rulers but the meal is always fear, puppet strings invisible, they tangle round the ear, feed us with division, keep the vision tunnel-bound, truth is in a cage while the lies parade around, scripted opposition, different mask, the same grin, two sides of a blade, either way it cuts skin [pre-chorus ] you feel it closing in — the pressure in the dome every throne they build is just another kind of zone [chorus ] they don't want souls awake — they want control they don't want light exposed — they want the role kings of illusion on a paper throne pulling every string till the truth is gone [verse] dogma in the doctrine, lockstep in the pews, politicians preaching like they're selling sacred views, silver-tongued serpents with a ballot and a grin, promise you salvation while they tax you for your sin, data is the deity, they tally every breath, algorithms judging who is worthy, who is left, history rewritten with permission and a pen, cycle spins again and again and again [bridge] not left, not right — just chains dressed different not faith, not doubt — just cages consistent [breakdown] see the veil. tear it down. hear the lie. feel the crown. stand awake. hold your ground. truth is louder than the sound. [outro] when the blindfold slips and the gears all show you'll see who runs the stage… and who runs the showmore

This track is about resisting manipulation and refusing to be turned into a weapon by systems that profit from division. The message is that real power comes from clear thinking, inner light, and choosing truth over rage — breaking the script instead of playing the part. Lyrics [verse 1] They draft division like a blueprint for control, Highlight the fractures, then they market us the role. Point and repeat, keep the cycle on spin, Train the crowd to snarl so the cage feels like a win. Feed us a headline, season it with fear, Tell us who to blame so the target stays clear. They don’t need chains when the rage is self-made, Just a spark in the dark and a match in the shade. [pre-chorus] But I hear a still voice cutting through the noise, Saying truth ain’t loud — it’s a choice. [chorus] hands off my head, hands off my soul, i breathe, i choose, i keep control. you preach your anger — i answer with light, your script is smoke, it fades on sight. you can shout your orders, try to bend me thin, i break the pattern — i won’t buy in. [verse 2] They want us tribal, eyes closed, fists tight, So we swing at each other, never look at the height Of the tower they’re in, counting profits from pain, Selling war in a whisper, calling hatred a gain. We become what we fight when we swallow the cue, Turn into reflections of the lies they threw. But I cut the cord, let the program crash, No more puppet strings, no more mask. [pre-chorus] Static clears when the spirit stands tall, Truth don’t divide — it calls. [chorus] hands off my head, hands off my soul, i breathe, i choose, i keep control. you preach your anger — i answer with light, your script is smoke, it fades on sight. you can shout your orders, try to bend me thin, i break the pattern — i won’t buy in. [bridge] no more mirrors made of fear, no more enemies invented here. i see the thread, i see the seam, i wake up inside the dream. you can flood the airwaves, flood the streets, but truth still hums beneath the beats. and it’s louder than your lies have been — a pulse that says, begin again. [breakdown] divide! — i unify. hate! — i deny. control! — not mine. your script! — declined. [chorus — final] hands off my head, hands off my soul, i breathe, i choose, i keep control. you preach your anger — i answer with light, your script is smoke, it fades on sight. you can shout your orders, try to bend me thin, i break the pattern — i won’t buy in. [outro] i won’t buy in… i won’t buy in… clear mind. steady heart. free within.more

Written about Epstein Island dark, atmospheric nu-metalcore, hypnotic chants and low-end growls ride tight, palm-muted riffs and stomping drums to create a ritualistic, claustrophobic soundscape. the lyrics are an uncompromising indictment of complicity and corruption, equal parts accusation and vow: exposure, justice, restoration.more