We trusted our leaders, believed every claim,
Now they’re just rulers still playing their game.
Justice was promised, but fairness is gone,
Decisions are hollow, the lies linger on.
We’re herded like cattle in political pens,
Fed with distractions—all part of their plans.
No longer citizens, we’re pieces they move,
Pawns for their power, with nothing to prove.

Open your eyes—no one is watching!
Truth’s buried deep under layers of lying.
Systems designed to protect us are fake,
Every day we lose more than they take. (freedom)

Feed us with fiction, keep us subdued,
Shadowy figures control what is viewed.
Dreams are collected by codes in our heads,
Noise for the headline, outrage widespread.
Somewhere inside us, we stopped needing truth,
A comfortable silence for Idiocracy's rules.

Open your eyes—watch the money exchange,
Favors for friends, nothing new, nothing strange.
Guardians cry out, “We’re here to defend!”
But they’re the first ones betraying again.

Open your mind, break away from their phones,
Ask the hard questions—don’t face them alone.
Justice postponed, promises deceased,
Education recycles the lies they released.
We wait in our lines as the spirit decays,
Trust is in pieces, hope barely stays.

Even the watchers keep secrets to hide,
Truth costs too much for the masses outside.
Staring at screens as the future blurs out,
Some hold to faith, others live with doubt.

Open your eyes—in a world sound asleep,
Is this really living, or digging in deep?
If trust is abandoned and silence is loud,
Remember your worth—you’re more than a crowd.
Open your eyes—no one is watching!
Open your eyes—nobody is complaining!
Truth’s lost in shadows, deception is king.
Open your eyes, open your eyes...
Let your own thoughts take wing.

Open Your Eyes

Lyrics:

She played me like a loaded gun,
Smiling while she came undone.
Fed me guilt like it’s gasoline,
Lit the match ...watched me scream.
Every kiss was a setup, clean,
Every “love you” cut obscene.
Now I see through the sugar and lace,
A liar’s eyes in an angel’s face.

I won’t crawl, I won’t kneel,
You can’t have what I feel.
You took my heart to twist it black,
Now I’m taking my soul back!
Every chain you threw, I’ve torn apart,
Every scar’s a banner on my heart.
You built your throne on my regret,
But I’m the storm you won’t forget!

You talk in circles, twist the blame,
Turn your chaos into my shame.
You wear your tears like camouflage,
Fake emotion, full mirage.
I swallowed every word you sold,
Now my soul’s just black and cold.
You taught me love was just control...
Now I want the pride back that you stole.

I won’t crawl, I won’t kneel,
You can’t have what I feel.
You took my heart to twist it black,
Now I’m taking my soul back!
Every chain you threw, I’ve torn apart,
Every scar’s a banner on my heart.
You built your throne on my regret,
But I’m the storm you won’t forget!

You wanted pain...well, here’s your gift,
I hope my silence makes you pissed.
You built a god from guilt and need,
Now choke on every word you feed.

No more guilt, no second tries,
No more games, no pretty lies.
You turned my heart to razor wire,
Now I’m the one that starts the fire.
Keep your fake and fragile pride,
I’ve seen the devil on your side.
You wanted power, wanted fame,
All you’ll get is your own damn name.

I won’t crawl, I won’t kneel,
You can’t break what I feel.
You took my heart to twist it black,
Now I’m taking my fucking soul back!
Every chain you threw, I’ve torn apart,
Every scar’s a banner on my heart.
You built your world on smoke and debt,
But I’m the storm you won’t forget!

I won’t crawl, I won’t kneel,
You can’t break what I feel.
You took my heart to twist it black,
Now I’m taking my fucking soul back!
Every chain you threw, I’ve torn apart,
Every scar’s a banner on my heart.
You built your world on smoke and debt,
But I’m the storm you won’t forget!

Strings Attached

Project 66 is a gothic metal project that blends brooding ballads with hard-hitting riffs. Exploring themes of struggle, resilience, and the darker aspects of the human experience, Project 66 crafts music that resonates with intensity and authenticity. Music for the broken, the bold, and the unforgotten.

Strings Attached

Project 66

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