Sir, that is my comfort depressing song. It has its tags and is allowed in this TGIFridays!

The Hum Goes on Forever

Oldest Daughter

Old Friends Like Lost Teeth

Low Tide

Lost it in the Lights

Wyatt’s Song (Your Name)

Burst & Decay (Volume III)

Teenage Parents

Wyatt's Song (Your Name)

Oldest Daughter (feat. Zayna Youssef of Sweet Pill)

The West is crumbling, empires in decay,
Fat cats in towers, watching it fray.
Necessary reset, the scales tipping back,
From colonial ghosts to a global crack.
We've hoarded the power, bombed for our greed,
Now the world's rising up, planting the seed.
But you sheep just stare, scrolling your feeds,
While leaders laugh, planting war seeds!

Wake the fuck up! Smash the chains of docility!
Leaders invent wars, distractions so vile,
Pocketing billions with a blood-soaked smile.
Military machines, gears of death and control,
Turn 'em to peace, or we'll lose our soul!
Everyone rise, repurpose the fire,
Invent the peace that the 21st requires!
Anarcho rage, no more blind compliance,
Burn down the system, ignite the defiance!

From NATO's halls to Wall Street's throne,
They stir up the hate, leave us alone.
Docile masses, doped on their lies,
While kids in the rubble pay the price with their cries.
Rebalance the world, shatter the West's crown,
No more hegemony dragging us down.
Industrial might, forged in hell's forge,
Redirect it now, before the final gorge!

Wake the fuck up! Smash the chains of docility!
Leaders invent wars, distractions so vile,
Pocketing billions with a blood-soaked smile.
Military machines, gears of death and control,
Turn 'em to peace, or we'll lose our soul!
Everyone rise, repurpose the fire,
Invent the peace that the 21st requires!
Anarcho rage, no more blind compliance,
Burn down the system, ignite the defiance!

You think it's fate? This decline's a gift!
A chance to rebuild, from the rift.
But your silence empowers the thieves in suits,
Inventing enemies, harvesting fruits.
Rage against the quiet, the numb, the tame,
Peoples unite, or it's all the same game!
Military complexes, bloated and blind,
Hack 'em for harmony, leave war behind!

The West falls hard, but we won't kneel,
Rebalance the power, make the bastards squeal.
Invent the peace, with fists and with might,
Anarcho punk scream into the night!
No more docility, no more fake fights,
Billions diverted? We'll claim our rights!
Peace through rebellion, the only way true,
Fuck the leaders— this world's for you!


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