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pack it up (snippet) - ian

Celebrating the fifth year since our launch with a journey through the creative minds of artists who have contributed to the labels sonic identity over the past five years. 

Sending special love to Lui Mill, who we sadly lost last year. We are honored to have his incredible talent featured on this release

Written and produced by artists
Artwork by Will Duncan & Benjamin Hunt
Mastering by Will Duncan & Benjamin Hunt


https://echotrainer.bandcamp.com/album/ecva002-5-years-of-echo-train 

protectionspell - Thronebreaker

“God Bless 'Merica” rips the mask off a dying system. This is no anthem—it’s a reckoning. Cindered Heart spits venom and truth through glitchy dubstep and fire-spitting bars. A savage wake-up call wrapped in noise, blood, and rebellion. Hear it. Feel it. Or stay plugged in and perish.

Lyrics

Wake up.  
You're not broke—  
You're being broken.  
Your silence?  
It’s chosen.  
Now it's time to bite back.  

I was born from the bones of collapsed regimes  
Where the rich play chess on collapsed dreams  
Where the youth get fed with collapsed beams  
And a book’s worth less than a cracked screen  

Got veins full of mercury, breath full of lead  
Crops been dead, but the ads still fed  
Classrooms dumbed so we bow our head  
While the kings drink oil from the veins we bled  

Artificial skies where the suns don't set  
New gods rise off the world’s regret  
Kids sell soul for a blue check bet  
While the ghettos get mined for a clean-cut jet  

All my dogs go hungry so the yachts stay fat  
Every vote rigged like a poker stat  
And the preacher scream “God” with a federal gat  
But your savior’s gone—they deleted that  

We bled, they banked  
They drained, we sank  
They fed us lies in a scripture tank  
Now we rise from the rust and rank  

We code our grief in encrypted slang  
With a fist full of fire and a voice that bangs  
You want truth?  
Then bite with fang—  
The American dream goes out with a bang  

They poisoned the seed and rewrote the root  
Taught us to beg while they hoard the loot  
Dumbed our thoughts with a suit and boot  
Now we rap pain just to sound acute  

They profit off pills and synthetic cure  
While the cure been killed, can't find it no more  
Air so thick that the birds don't soar  
And the food get taxed while the cancer pours  

School’s a loop, teach shame not skill  
Trade your light for a dollar bill  
Build your cage with a Netflix chill  
While your future rot in a test-tube spill  

Factory farms where the screams don’t fade  
Churches burn while the pastors get paid  
God ain't gone—just locked in shade  
While they pimp your faith in a hostile trade  

You know they already beat us, not with bombs or guns, but with pens and our complacency  
Yeah, but don’t think about that  

Skyscrapers built on ancestral bones  
Governments crawl in a data drone  
They watch from clouds with a synthetic tone  
While the kids get cloned from a fractured phone  

False prophets selling dopamine prayers  
While your rights get signed in a billionaires' lair  
You breathe in fear like tainted air  
And they sell your grief as a limited share  

Free will sold at a Black Friday tag  
While your hopes get hacked with a branded flag  
You think you choose—but they plant the lag  
Now the world gets played by a shadow gag  

Truth ain't loud—it’s buried in code  
Deep in the servers where the real ones go  
This is for the ghosts they silenced slow  
We write their names in the rebel flow  

Clocks tick slick, script drip thick  
Wires flick quick, brain glitch sick  
Skull click brick, soul’s real trick  
Flesh zip-stitched, code pick stick  

Truth’s wick lit, hope’s grip split  
Veins grip grit, fate’s pit bit  
Fangs rip wit, dark hymn writ  
No quit kit—just this misfit hit  

We bled, they banked  
They drained, we sank  
They fed us lies in a scripture tank  
Now we rise from the rust and rank  

We code our grief in encrypted slang  
With a fist full of fire and a voice that bangs  
You want truth?  
Then bite with fang—  
The American dream goes out with a bang  

God Bless 'Merica

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