Circuit Syndicate Anthem

Lyrics

Intro: Fire in the bowl, metal cryin’ in the smoke now Whole sky lookin’ like the city’s lettin’ ghosts out Verse 1: Death in their words make the whole world cold and numb Impossible to trust what you believe when the lies drum They sell you halos with the same hands loadin’ guns Prayin’ over blood money, call it “God’s funds” They treat not knowin’ you like you ain’t got a soul ’Til consequence swing back, start collectin’ on the toll You walk on bones every time you chase control You reap what you sow when you bargain with a hole Verse 2: Pile up the rifles, let the arrogance melt slow All that fake loyalty vanish when the flames grow You made shady deals in the shadows with a grin Now your name carved on the steel you brought in You worship power but the furnace never blinks Every secret that you buried start to rise in the stink You built a kingdom out of bullets and deceit Watch it drip black metal at your feetHook: You reap what you sow when the fire gets fed Every silent little sin turnin’ orange and red You thought you ran the world till the truth got exposed Now the guns in the pit where your conscience goes Verse 3: You tried to tax every heartbeat in the slums Turned prayers into targets, turned water into crumbs Now the streets light up with the junk of your reign Every trigger in the blaze screamin’ out your name Kids watch the pyre and they learn what not to be Never trade your people for a temporary key You signed in blood, now the contract’s up in flames History gon’ spit when they mention your name Hook: You reap what you sow when the fire gets fed Every silent little sin turnin’ orange and red You thought you ran the world till the truth got exposed Now the guns in the pit where your conscience goes Verse 4: I step from the smoke, heart heavy but alive No crown on my head, just the will to survive I ain’t your soldier, I don’t carry your regrets I burn ’em in a bowl, turn your threats into sweat If peace is a crime in the system that you wrote Then carve my charges in the side of this moat I’ll stand unarmed while your empire corrodes ’Cause I believe in a truth that your weapon can’t holdOutro:Last spark fade, crowd quiet, just a steel scent Can’t buy back a single life that the bullets spent If you build your throne on the barrel of a lie Best remember every muzzle’s just a mirror to the sky Verse 1 (after “You reap what you sow…”): Don’t cry when the barrel that you blessed comes back Every tear just a tax that you pay on your act Verse 3 (toward the end): Don’t cry for the throne that you stole from the poor Every drop on the floor just another kept score Alternate Hook variation: You reap what you sow when the fire gets fed Don’t cry now, you were dancing with the dead You thought you ran the world till the truth got exposed Now the guns in the pit where your conscience goesExtended Outro: Don’t cry for the metal, let the memories burn Cry for every single life that is never returned Last spark fade, crowd quiet, just a steel scent Can’t buy back a single life that the bullets spent Hook You reap what you sow when the fire gets fed Don’t cry now, you were dancin’ with the dead Christ paid blood so the streets don’t gotta bleed Lay the guns in the flame, let the Prince of Peace lead Verse 4 Cross on my neck, not a sight for your threats It’s a sign that He died so I ain’t die in your debts You quote scripture while you load up the clip That’s a counterfeit gospel with a hollow-point tip Jesus walked unarmed through an empire of fear Didn’t crown Him with a rifle, they just nailed Him right here So don’t cry for the steel when the furnace starts to glow Cry out to the Lord, ’cause you reap what you sow Bonfire lit, whole block feel the heat from the steel pile Old tools of war in the flame, this a peace trial No more shady deals in the alleys, that’s a weak style We cash out trauma for healing on the street dial Trigger fingers turn to pen grips, let the ink flow Melted magazines, now the only clips are videoFrom the smoke, kids see a future they can speak for No dictator, no enemy, just a closed door to street war We trade rifles for the mic stand, change in the hand From burning guns to burning verses, redesigning the land Ash in the bowl, but the lesson still heavy in the lungs When the fire dies down, all that’s left is fewer guns Burn the metal, melt the pain, let the sirens fade away All these cold steel idols getting sacrificed todayWe been praying for a future where the kids don’t duck and run So we feed these wicked weapons to a cleansing of the sunEvery trigger that we toss is one confession from the streets Every smoking magazine another name we finally freeLet the ash rise up for all the mothers weeping in the dark Turn a rifle into cinders, make a garden from the sparksIf the fire is revolution, then the fuel is what we choose Either burn up all these guns or keep on lighting up the newsI ain’t preaching for the angel [Angel singing] [Electric guitar] [People screening]