[Intro – whispered/screamed over feedback and distant sirens] Yeah… Tizm on tha Track… Seattle streets still bleedin’… They built the cage… we brought the chainsaw… [Verse 1 – grunge-sludge clean vocals turning to mid-growl] Grew up under gray skies and broken glass Watchin’ the suits suck the marrow out the working class They smile in the ads while they raise the rent Put a boot on your neck then ask why you bent 9-to-5 graves they dig every day Sellin’ you dreams then they take ‘em away I ain’t askin’ nice, I ain’t playin’ polite I’m the ghost in the alley with a Molotov light [Chorus – dual clean + deathcore scream] Fuck the man, fuck the system, fuck the whole machine They built their towers on the backs of the unseen Seattle rain wash the blood off the concrete But it never wash the truth from underneath Fuck the man… (growl) Fuck the man… (scream) We don’t kneel, we don’t beg, we don’t freeze [Verse 2 – full deathcore bark] Boardrooms full of vampires countin’ the dead While the kids in the shelter sleep on cardboard beds They privatize the air, they monetize the pain Then act surprised when the streets start to flame I seen the same faces on every screen Sellin’ salvation while they poison the stream So I sharpen the riff like a shiv in the dark And I carve their names in the bark of the park [Breakdown – slow, crushing, gang vocals] Bop… bop… bop… Drop the hammer… Bop… bop… bop… Burn the ladder… Grrrrraaaaawww… No more masters… No more chains… Just the sound of the empire in flames [Bridge – half-time grunge dirge into blast] I was born in the shadow of the needle and the rain Where the dream already died but the hunger remained They said “play by the rules” while they changed every law Now the only rule left is the one in my jaw [Final Chorus – everything maxed] Fuck the man, fuck the system, fuck the whole machine They built their towers on the backs of the unseen Seattle rain wash the blood off the concrete But it never wash the truth from underneath Fuck the man… Fuck the man… We don’t kneel… we don’t beg… we don’t freeze [Outro – spoken over dying feedback] Tizm on tha Track… ZERO… this one’s for every soul they tried to own… Rep the W A… skkkkrrtttt… Now go spit this shit in their face.
