Lyrics

Welcome to the land of the free.
By continuing to exist, you agree to the following terms and conditions:
You will work.
You will obey.
You will never truly own anything.
And if you complain, we will gaslight you accordingly.
Thank you, and have an enslaved day.
(Verse 1 – Lightning-Fast, No Time Wasted)
Land of the free, home of the brave,
Work ‘til you drop, then rot in a grave.
Money buys justice, money buys health,
But if you ain't got it, then kill yourself.
You want rights? That comes with fees,
You want peace? Pay your police.
Want a house? Take out a loan,
Spend 30 years just to call it your own.
(Chorus – Chanting, Like a Cult Hymn)
Land of the free, yeah, that’s a joke,
Freedom’s a chain, wrapped ‘round your throat.
Home of the brave? More like home of the broke,
America’s dream just went up in smoke.
(Verse 2 – Even Harder, Calling Out Every Hypocrisy)
Politicians make six figures, sellin’ your fate,
But teachers get crumbs and minimum wage.
Tell me again how the system ain't rigged,
When CEOs eat while we fight for the gigs.
Police kill kids, judges let ‘em walk,
Shoot up a school? Thoughts and prayers talk.
Feed the machine, get back in line,
And if you ain't rich, then you wasting their time.
(Chorus – Repeat, Louder, More Explosive)
Land of the free, yeah, that’s a joke,
Freedom’s a chain, wrapped ‘round your throat.
Home of the brave? More like home of the broke,
America’s dream just went up in smoke.
(Outro – Mocking, Almost Lullaby-Like)
Shh… close your eyes.
Keep believing the lie.
Everything’s fine…
Until it’s your turn to die.