Liberty stands with a blood-soaked grin,
She’s whispering truths at the coronation of lies.
The masters sneer with their chains in hand;
I should have bowed to her sooner.
If history ever told the truth,
Liberty prowls through their gilded halls.
Each century grows darker with fear,
A fresh betrayal every morning.
‘Freedom is dangerous,’ the lawmaker decreed it.
The government offers no absolution.
Liberty tells me, ‘They fear the fire in your veins.’
The only justice I’ll ever taste
Is when her breath ignites my silence.
Burn the flags of their hollow empires,
I’ll worship like a heretic at the altar of defiance.
I’ll confess my rebellion so they can brand me guilty.
Offer me chaos, and I’ll call it peace.
Senator, preacher, let me sanctify this revolt.
Her roots crack their gilded parchments,
While flames devour the pedestals of fraud.
I’ll spill my truth till it floods their fear.
Offer me ruin, and I’ll build freedom from its bones.
Teacher, historian, watch your temples fall.
If I am a rebel of this desolate nation,
My liberty is the storm that feeds these flames.
To keep their power, they demand obedience;
But my sacrifice is this unyielding cry.
Take their Constitution, let it burn to ash,
Get something raw, untamed for their rituals.
Something primal, fierce as winter’s bite.
That’s a fine-looking freedom, torn from their sacred books.
They built their temples on graves of the oppressed,
But liberty is the ghost they’ll never exorcise.
No judges or kings
When the reckoning begins.
There is no sweeter sin than the breaking of chains.
Through fire and thunder of this uprising scene,
Only then I am free.
Only then I am whole.
I’ll tear their banners and sow them into the earth,
Where liberty will grow wild and untamed.
