Rot in The West

Kill
Kill something, kill tyrants forever
Stand tall, hold tether - never fold, not ever
World feel heavy? We carry it together
Rot in the West, but we built for pressure
Cut out the lies, make the truth last better
Rise up, stay clever - sharpen mind, not sever
Pain in the chest? That's storm-born weather
Tyrants come loud, but they break like feather
If we grip that rope - we win forever
Everybody talk tough till the real heat comes
Everybody claim "fight" till the fear go numb
Comfort build kings who forget where they from
But storms don't care - they remind every one
Fake rebellion louder than the lessons they skipped
Hands soft, hearts weak, whole backbone clipped
They post revolution with a thumbprint script
But truth hit harder when the noise get stripped
Tyrants? They thrive when the people stay limp
Mocking strength, praising every simp
But we ain't built like that - we don't blink, don't shrink, don't skimp
Ancient code in my chest like a drumline thump
Cold wind speak every time it jump
If the storm get wild and your hope get slumped
Tie in, grip tight - pull back from the dump
Stand tall, hold tether - never fold, not ever
World feel heavy? We carry it together
Rot in the West, but we built for pressure
Cut out the lies, make the truth last better
Rise up, stay clever - sharpen mind, not sever
Pain in the chest? That's storm-born weather
Tyrants come loud, but they break like feather
If we grip that rope - we win forever
Listen close now - shift pace, shift breath
A culture don't fall from a single threat
It rots from the inside, quiet as death
From people who trade purpose for comfort's caress
Every tyrant grows from a crowd that's asleep
From promises cheap and courage weak
But warriors rise when the floor gets steep
Pain is the mountain, discipline's the keep
If you fear sacrifice, tyrants smile
If you choose comfort, they bide their while
But grip that tether like a tribal trial
One pull, one breath, one mile
Pressure make diamonds - that's warrior math
Weakness invite wolves to walk your path
They numb your eyes so you don't feel wrath
Quiet little culls in a velvet bath
But this ain't doom - this a rise-up wave
A call to the ones deep courage could save
Stand tall, stay sharp, step out the cave
Cut out the rot before the rot digs graves
You want change? Start inside first
Kill the coward - let discipline burst
North wind taught me what life's worth:
Hold the tether - or get swept off Earth
Stand tall, hold tether - never fold, not ever
World feel heavy? We carry it together
Rot in the West, but we built for pressure
Cut out the lies, make the truth last better
Rise up, stay clever - sharpen mind, not sever
Pain in the chest? That's storm-born weather
Tyrants come loud, but they break like feather
If we grip that rope - we win forever