They said the city died in silence…

Silence was just the sound of people too scared to scream.

Under the catacombs, beneath the cracked churches and neon gutters,

something ancient kept breathing.

Kings got buried.

Priests got butchered.

And every man chasing the crown heard the same voice crawl from the dark:

"Power don't change monsters..."

"It just feeds them."

Black coat drag through the rainfall

Gun smoke mixed with the napalm

Dead eyes glow when the flame on

Street code carved in a gravestone

Fuck fame, I want survival

Knife scars deep in the spiral

Whole squad move homicidal

Half man, half primal

Rats in the wall got names now

Ghosts in the hall wear chains now

Everybody pray when the rain loud

Everybody hard till the lights out

City so sick need an exorcist

Rich men feast while the desperate split

Kids sell souls for some internet clicks

Whole damn world on some devilish shit

I seen fear make saints turn fake

Seen greed dig six-foot graves

No sleep, just ash and rage

Heart still beat like war in a cage

I got venomous rhetoric, militant elegance, skeleton evidence

Devils in velvet with relevant sedatives sellin’ their genesis

Never been delicate, step in the residence, leave it in decadence

Heads on the pendulum swing with the sentences, red in the emphasis

Criminal etiquette, cynical predators livin’ in deficit

Villains with syndicates buildin’ an internet prison for innocence

Triggerin’ images, digital witches and miserable businessmen

Whisperin’, slitherin’, whisper again —

"Everybody dies for the dividends"

Ride with me (Ride with me)....

Through the City you don't want to see

Through the Eyes of a tired messiah with fire inside of him

Lyin’ politicians divide us then riot again

Smilin’ while sirens and violins cry in the wind

Ride with me (Ride with me)....

Through the City you don't want to see

Where Broadcast apocalypse straight to your feed

While they profit from all of it

Fuck all the puppeteers, fuck all the billionaires

Sellin’ depression and stress while they tell you that nobody really cares

Ho-woooooo-oooo-oh

Mama said “Boy don’t chase power”

Power turn men into grave flowers

Tick-tock sound from the clocktower

Every empire got a fuckin’ expiration hour

Pastors preach while the cash grow

Backroom deals with the black gold

God got drowned in the algorithm

Now the weak get fed to the fuckin’ system

No heaven…

No savior…

Just blood in the elevators…

And screams in the generators…

Mechanized genocide televised, weaponized

Petrol fire in the temple while the reverends hide

Everybody wanna monetize pain when the pressure rise

Then they petrified lookin’ in the devil eyes

I got pain interwoven with rage and corrosion

Chains on my brain but I break every link in the motion

Came from the basements where hatred was baked in the potion

Now I make earthquakes when bass hit the vocals in slow motion

Never no mercy, the circuitry burnin’ eternally

Certainly serpents are lurkin’ in churches and currencies

Currently murderin’ purity, person to person we

Turn into versions of vermin with jewelry worshipping urgency

Ride with me (Ride with me)....

Through the City you don't want to see

Where the holy men got blood on their jewelry

And the angels all drown in the gasoline heat

While the skyline burns to a funeral beat

Ride with me (Ride with me)....

Through the City you don't want to see

Where they televise terror straight into your dreams

Turn pain into profit on a million screens

Fuck all the parasites feedin’ on grief

Sellin’ fear to the weak while preachin’ “peace”

Ho-woooooo-oooo-oh

Ride with Me Ride with Me

Let's rideeeeeeee

Through the City you don't want to see

(You don't wanna see).......

Through our little Grave Town