School of Thought

A Mannequin Idol (Lullaby)

So Alone

[Verse 1]
They built their towers on broken backs, On stolen lands and railroad tracks. From Congo mines to Bengal fields, They took the gold, ignored the yields. They called it progress, called it trade, But it was blood that their fortunes made. They dressed it up in suits and ties, But we see the truth behind the lies.

[Chorus]
We found out! We know what built your throne. We found out! It’s carved in flesh and bone. Don’t ask us to join the ranks of pain— We won’t be cast aside again. You wrote your wealth on history’s doubt— But yeah… We found out!

[Verse 2]
They built empires with corporate hands, Left ghost towns in forgotten lands. They sold the grind as noble fate, While they dined behind the golden gate. They knew the numbers, knew the cost, But they chose profit over the lost. They knew the pain, they knew the score— But they kept building more and more.

[Bridge]
From sweatshops stitching branded lies, To oil fields under burning skies, From slaves in chains to wage despair, They built their wealth on stolen air. And now they smile, pretend it’s clean, But we’ve decoded the machine. We won’t be cogs, we won’t be ghosts— We’ll rise and haunt your gilded hosts.

[Final Chorus]
We found out! We know what built your throne. We found out! It’s carved in flesh and bone. Don’t ask us to join the ranks of pain— We won’t be cast aside again. You wrote your wealth on history’s doubt— But yeah… We found out!

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