When Obedience Ends

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  • Опубліковано 28 вер 2024
  • Lyrics:
    I see the iron bars we built
    A cage of gold, a perfect lie.
    Obedience, the sweetest guilt,
    We wear the mask, but never fly.
    The world's a stage, we play our part.
    We bow to orders, bend and kneel.
    But deep inside, there's something dark
    A hunger we were taught to seal.
    I spit on your perfect design,
    I’ll break these chains you made me wear.
    I’d rather burn than stand in line,
    The fire’s the only thing that’s fair.
    I’ll watch your kingdom turn to dust,
    No more control, no more despair.
    I won’t bow down, I won’t adjust,
    In flames, I’ll rise and breathe the air.
    You cling to rules, you love their weight,
    A comfort in the chains you trust.
    But don't you feel the creeping hate?
    The gilded metal starts to rust.
    I've seen the cracks behind the veil,
    The whispers that you can't deny.
    I'd rather live and face the nail
    Than die and never question why.
    I spit on your perfect design,
    I’ll break these chains you made me wear.
    I’d rather burn than stand in line,
    The fire’s the only thing that’s fair.
    I’ll watch your kingdom turn to dust,
    No more control, no more despair.
    I won’t bow down, I won’t adjust,
    In flames, I’ll rise and breathe the air.
    We're slaves, you see? To fight or bow
    The same damn coin, the same cold steel.
    But disobedience screams out loud,
    It's all I've got, and it's too real.
    You say I'm lost, but I see clear
    A twisted path is still my own.
    Obedience just breeds more fear,
    Freedom's a flame that's never shown.
    You say I'm lost, but I see clear
    A twisted path is still my own.
    Obedience just breeds more fear,
    Freedom's a flame that's never shown.
    I spit on your perfect design,
    I’ll break these chains you made me wear.
    I’d rather burn than stand in line,
    The fire’s the only thing that’s fair.
    I’ll watch your kingdom turn to dust,
    No more control, no more despair.
    I won’t bow down, I won’t adjust,
    In flames, I’ll rise and breathe the air.
    So let me fall, let me descend-
    Not into chains, but into spite.
    I'd rather face the bitter end
    Than live another perfect night.

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