Blow (feat. Spencer Charnas of Ice Nine Kills)

Antidote

Blood & Scars

Born behind a paywall life
(before I could choose)
Raised to smile, trained to lie
(they call it polite)
Freedom’s just a brand they sell
And I was choking by design
(no accident)

Met my people through a screen
Felt more real than kings and queens
We’re all ghosts in rented space
Told to love this rusted cage
(not today)

They say “money can’t buy peace”
(tell that to the rich)
But I’ve sold my time for nothing
And bled just to exist
Try dreaming big in a quiet cell
(echoes don’t build)
Try being human in this hell
(it breaks you)

I wanna break the wires
(watch me burn)
Wanna burn their choir
(hear me now)
Build a fire where the liars freeze
With the freaks and friends who still believe
(still here)
I don’t want gold
I just want a soul
That dares to scream and dares to bleed
Just one fucking place —
Where I can fucking breathe
(breathe…)

I don’t want your luxury war
I want dirt beneath my door
A broken fence, a firelight
Where no one begs to earn their right
(or prove their worth)

I got a dream so loud it hurts
They tried to patent every word
But I’ll scream until my lungs give out
(not for sale)
Even if no one lets me out
(still free)

We’re already in their prison
They just painted it with pride
So we build walls inside the walls
(to fucking think)
Not to hide — but to survive

We carve a space where thoughts can live
Where truth cuts deep and joy forgives
They call us mad — let them speak
(madness sees clear)
This is the only way we breathe

Come with me
(right now)
We’ll build a wall
(of fire and songs)
Not to shut them out
But to feel at all

Why?
Because their walls make us sick
Because their walls make us numb
Because if we don’t build something real
(then we’re already gone)

I wanna break the wires
(I will)
Wanna burn their choir
(sing louder)
Build a fire where the liars freeze
With the freaks and friends who still believe
I don’t need gold
I just want a soul
That dares to scream and dares to bleed
Just one fucking place —
Where I can fucking breathe
(breathe… and mean it)

And if they tear it down tomorrow…
If they bury us beneath…
We still lived —
Where we could fucking breathe
(even if just once)

High Risk No Reward

Self Deception

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