Lyrics

Molotov glow in a camera frame
Suit and tie with a polished smile
Calling chaos by a gentle name
Backroom nods to the masked parade
Then they swear that the streets are safe
While another family lights a candle
On a sidewalk soaked in tape

Defund the guard
Feed the wolves
You cheer the fire
We count the skulls
You shake those hands that swing those blades
Then wash your palms in a grieving wave
Defend the gangs
Blame the shields
Tie their hands
Then own the field
Your holy cause on a blood‑stained page
Your bright ideas turn to a cage

Beat that shield till the buckle snaps
Call it “justice
” call it “change”
Officer down in an ambush trap
You still posing for the stage
Broken glass in a corner store
Grandma trapped on the second floor
You sip applause in a marble hall
While the body count keeps ticking more

Defund the guard
Feed the wolves
You cheer the fire
We count the skulls
You shake those hands that swing those blades
Then wash your palms in a grieving wave
Defend the gangs
Blame the shields
Tie their hands
Then own the field
Your holy cause on a blood‑stained page
Your bright ideas turn to a cage

You say “stand down”
They get gunned down (hey!)
Call it brave
When the bullets rain
You chant “no peace”
Till the law retreats
Then cry “how dare you”
When the streets all bleed

Defund the guard
Feed the wolves
You cheer the fire
We count the skulls
You shake those hands that swing those blades
Then wash your palms in a grieving wave
Defend the gangs
Blame the shields
Tie their hands
Then own the field
Your holy cause on a blood‑stained page
Your bright ideas turn to a cage