We push till cost bleeds out of labor

Thoughts rinse slow, but stain like favor

Every house built here leaks truth

Wolves whisper while you drink your youth

Scoop dirt deep, west wind ain’t liable

Shadow speaks sweet, wears our shoes

Circle back, check for bruise

Laughter burns when match misused

Buy calm but wear loud

Truth rides ghost in the crowd

Reaches you well—doesn't it?

Echo crawls, begging to sit

Pulse of ours, out for rent

Dog off leash—heaven sent

Yet we still shout with a grin

Call came from inside

Mirror lied with pride

Voice wore your skin like a ride

Who picked this guide?

Who’s driving us wide?

Paper gods with inked demands

Fed us thoughts with shaky hands

Tongue tied in time’s own band

Liable for choice we can’t remand

Fact check got banned

Shiver in static

Smile feels plastic

We try to keep it classic

Yet tripwire’s elastic

Twang cosmic, sarcastic

Who’s the dog that calls the shot?

Shout’s ours but truth forgot

Push for light, still find rot

Ain’t just us—we all been bought

But we the match, we the plot

(ooo-aaa-yeah, ooo-aaa-yeah)

Mouth full of rewind

Wind tugs the mind

Oooh we feel it—yeah we feel it

Ticking without tick

Clock ran slick

Mind’s a trick

Bought thoughts quick

Who signed the script?

Stomp on silence, let it crack

Told to chill, but we talk back

Ying-yang fed on slaps and claps

No map, just traps

We us—we won’t lapse

Circle back, we dared to ask

Masked in flame, wore no mask

We are cost—we are task

We are dog unchained

We are the push, the past

(Drums: rumble like soul in quake)

(Bassline: barks like dog at stake)

(Guitar: spirals, spins, snaps in flakes)

Ooooooo feel it—can you?

Our shout breaks through

Oooh la la, we knew

Oooh la la, we chew

Bite the leash, we flew

Let go the leash, no return

House of matchsticks let it burn

Our thoughts—no longer earn

Buy none, own all

Rise, fall, we learn

We wrote this fate

Scribbled late

Words that bend and bait

Speak loud, recalibrate

Push back before it’s too late

Shouted once, shouted again

We’re not soft—we're wolf in pen

What we cost—we reclaim

We not bought

We not tame

So who said sit?

We spit grit

Circle loop till we rip

Thoughts ain’t drip

They roar, they flip

West wind howls—truth slip

We dig deep, no tip

Dog gone feral—trip zip

Feel that?

Wind push thoughts flat

We lean, we grow fat

On the lies they spat

But we done with that

This labor? Ours.

This cost? Hours.

This house? Built with doubt

This shout? Breaks powers

We questioned who fed the brain

Turns out—we name the chain

We match flame

We light name

No blame

We push

We claim

Scoop what’s left

Bury regret

Circle back to the start

Push only with heart

We… we we own the part