We Must Revolt
No crowned saviors. No crowned anything. Just the fire and each other. Rattle the locks.
Lyrics
[Intro] We must revolt, feel the fire, brothers, No crowned saviors, just one another. Rattle the locks where silence smolders, Turn stolen joy into broken boulders. [Verse 1] Let me assume you still care enough, Comme un vrai frère, bare-knuckle trust. The world’s gone mad, grinning through decay, Lipstick on rot in a rigged cabaret. Truth wrapped tight in a plastic prayer, Sold tax-free to the well-prepared. But under the spin, the sin, the sway, The sacred breathes, won’t stay away. [Pre-Chorus] If we don’t bark, we beg and bleed, If we don’t spark, we choke on need. No golden hands from heaven descend… Just your pulse pounding next to mine, friend. [Chorus] It’s high time, we must revolt, Dare to care, crack the mold. Let fools fall, feel the jolt, We must revolt, heart, gut, soul. [Verse 2] Damn amazing animals, Scraped-up saints, unmanageable. Reasonable? Respectable? Nah, too loud, too lethal, incapable. We bloom in doom, concrete-fed, Boom-bap pulse where angels fled. We laugh at fear, kiss the void, Howl at fate like paranoid gods. [Pre-Chorus 2] They want us tame, trained, polite, Housebroken hope, neutered fight. But silence sings the tyrant’s tune, Rip the cord, let chaos bloom. [Chorus] It’s high time, we must revolt, Dare to care, crack the mold. Let fools fall, feel the jolt, We must revolt, heart, gut, soul. [Bridge – burlesque blues, dense wordplay] Use AI for truth, not tricks, Don’t algorithmize the human fix. Flush the fraud, remix the lies, Truth got hips, it don’t apologize. Time to rise, not steel, not sleek, But sweat-soaked saints with crooked teeth. Not chrome-plated moral machines, But(t) soulful beasts with feral dreams. [Break – off-beat] You hear that hum beneath the noise? That’s unowned, unbranded voice. Can’t be sold. Can’t be stalled. [Final Chorus – maximal, ragged gospel] It’s high time, we must revolt, Dare to care, crack the mold. Let fools fall, feel the jolt, We must revolt, heart, gut, soul. High time, ignite the fault, Shake the vaults they call “default.” No more hope on borrowed notes— We must revolt. [Outro – collapsing piano, last line bitten off] No messiahs. Just each other. Strike the match, sister—brother.
