Lyrics
(Verse 1)
The lawyer types with a venomous grace,
Claims he's a defender of the public space.
But his words are harsh, a fiery flood,
Waging a war with digital blood.
(Verse 2)
Spins a tale of justice on his blog,
Where words are weapons and the truth’s a fog.
He's fighting shadows in his crusade,
"You're pretty late to show up to the parade."
(Pre-Chorus)
Says we're the villains in his story,
Casting judgment from his jury.
But the truth's not just his to wield or waive,
In the free speech he claims to save.
(Chorus)
Oh, you call us cockroaches, leeches in the night,
But we're just voices seeking what's right.
You wish to read obituaries, discard what's true,
But we're not the ones spreading the feud.
(Bridge)
"So freaking what?" if the lies are spun,
You say it's all in good fun.
But lives are real, not a game you play,
Or subject for your hyperbolic essays.
(Bridge)
"So freaking what!?" if the lies are spun,
You say it's all in good fun.
But lives are real, not a game you play,
Or subject for your hyperbolic essays.
(Verse 3)
You predict downfall, evictions, and worse,
Curse the airwaves with your bitter verse.
With every claim that you loudly decree,
You forget the power of unity.
(Chorus)
We may just be voices in the crowd,
But together, our truth is loud.
You can't silence the stories we know,
With threats that you casually throw.
(Chorus)
We may just be voices in the crowd,
But together, our truth is loud.
You can't silence the stories we know,
With threats that you casually throw.
(Outro)
We stand firm, though you rant and rave,
Challenging the storm of blame you wave.
Through all the hyperbole and vitriolic haze,
We'll keep seeking clarity, through the maze.
(Outro)
We stand firm, though you rant and rave,
Challenging the storm of blame you wave.
Through all the hyperbole and vitriolic haze,
We'll keep seeking clarity, through the maze.
