Lyrics

Glass tower
Framed in chrome
Handbook smile
Corporate tone
Painted posters in the hall
Same slogans stapled to the wall

Checkbox saints in plastic chairs
Counting names like they’re repairs
Clipboards out
They scan my face
Not my work
Just where I’m placed

Quotas on the wall
Blood beneath the polish
You dress it up as “fair for all”
While the best get demolished
You preach your sacred equity
But you never see the cost
In a maze of staged inclusion
Every sharpened edge is lost

Town hall speech
Rehearsed applause
Metrics first
Then shifting laws
Talking points in colored charts
Human souls reduced to parts

Whispered clicks in private chats
“Need the numbers
Don’t need facts”
You sign my fate in friendly ink
Then blame the system when I sink

Quotas on the wall
Blood beneath the polish
You dress it up as “fair for all”
While the best get demolished
You preach your sacred equity
But you never see the cost
In a maze of staged inclusion
Every sharpened edge is lost

You built this idol out of guilt
Then burned the ladder that we built
You measure skin
Not sacrifice
And call it justice
Call it “nice”

I break my hands against your scale
That bends and breaks to veil your fail
You crown yourselves as moral kings
But rust is rotting through your rings

Quotas on the wall
Blood beneath the polish
You dress it up as “fair for all”
While the best get demolished
You chant diversity like prayer
As merit’s dragged away and tossed
In the glow of staged inclusion
Every sharpened edge is lost

Name tags change
The mask remains
New paint over older chains
In curled confetti on the floor
You hide the ones you hired before