Sorry about that, I had a major glitch with uploading and putting the video together. Anyway, we were goofing around last night and Giovanni, Lisa and myself used to be in punk bands before we all got together and did this band. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. It’s kind of fun.
Intro
City’s burning neon, wires hum with spite
Another lie on the airwaves, twisting up the night
Verse
Red tie shining through the static on the screen
Slick with fake conviction, eyes sharp and mean
He’s counting golden towers, building walls of spin
Every shout divides us, feeding off our thin skin
Marches in the streetlights, spray-paint on the wall
Promises collapsing, banners start to fall
Sleepwalkers wake up broken by a wave of sound
Truth buried deep, but the thieves still prowl around
Pre-Chorus
Boiling under neon, rust running down the crown
Our voices growing louder — let’s tear it down
Chorus
Spin the tales, Trumpilstiltskin
Twisted grin, hungry for sin
We see you stealing daylight with your show
Razor wire words—you’re on the ropes
Spin the tales, Trumpilstiltskin
Every shadow, deeper in
Raised fists shouting, make you pay
One more lie, you fade away
Verse
Cheeto stains the paper, ink bleeds another crime
Crowds turned restless, ticking out of time
He hoards another favor, silent deals at night
Magnates in his pockets, all justice set alight
Diagrams on corkboards, red yarn tells it all
History in shambles, watch the statues fall
Names stuck to nicknames, twisted in a sneer
Rap sheets growing longer every haunted year
Pre-Chorus
Skyline’s shaking, masks torn down
No more silence—burn him to the ground
Chorus
Spin the tales, Trumpilstiltskin
Twisted grin, hungry for sin
We see you stealing daylight with your show
Razor wire words—you’re on the ropes
Spin the tales, Trumpilstiltskin
Every shadow, deeper in
Raised fists shouting, make you pay
One more lie, you fade away
Bridge
Stomping boots on pavement, punk blood running hot
Criminal in a castle, but the clock forgot
Banners turn to bonfire, hear the people scream
“Not my ruler, not my dream!”
We’re done with fakes and wires, time to reveal the rot
Pedestals crumbling—take the final shot
All the names remembered, all the debts come due
We’re marching on the morning, ‘cause the night is through
Instrumental
(Guitar feedback screams, bass pulses, drums hammer wild)
Chorus
Spin the tales, Trumpilstiltskin
Twisted grin, hungry for sin
We see you stealing daylight with your show
Razor wire words—you’re on the ropes
Spin the tales, Trumpilstiltskin
Every shadow, deeper in
Raised fists shouting, make you pay
One more lie, you fade away
Outro
Cracks in the gold leaf, morning’s breaking in
No puppet masters left now, no more crooked grin
Chant dies out slowly, shattered glass beneath my feet
Truth crawling home, city surges to the beat
