

{fast-paced clean
guitar chords} {driving ride-cymbal rhythm} (hey,
hey, hey) {guitar feedback} Behind the velvet ropes they write the rules
To trade our freedom for their gold
They paint a picture of a shining hill But only lies are
being sold
We punch the clock to feed the massive machine While they wash
their hands clean
{snare cracks on 2 and 4} And we watch the ink dry
On the bills that pass us by
{guitars building in gain}
{drum roll crescendo} Cut the signal,
break the crown
We are tired of backing down
No more silence in the dark
Every voice can strike a spark {explosive wall of guitars} {heavy fast
drum beat} The ink is fading on the founding page Replaced by
corporate interest checks
They claim security, but sell us fear And build a fence around
our necks
We won't salute the flag of empty sound No longer playing underground
{driving
eighth notes} {rapid double-stop guitar bends}
{high-energy drum
fills} {screaming analog fuzz pedal}
Cut the signal, break the crown (hey,
hey, hey)
We won't let them drag us down
{guitars dissolve into feedback} {drums
play a final abrupt roll} {cold end}