Trigger Finger Truths

[Verse]
96, cold winds blew through the Outback’s veins,
Port Arthur, the spark, but the match prearranged.
A lone wolf tale they sold, stitched with lies,
Fingerprints erased, truth buried in disguise.
Gunshots echoed, but who pulled the strings?
A nation disarmed, while the puppeteer sings.
Protecting power, they silenced the steel,
Freedom’s muzzle tightened, fear became the deal.
[Chorus]
Trigger finger truths, who’s behind the frame?
Smoke and mirrors dance, rewriting the name.
They took the tools, said it’s for the peace,
But the fear they planted never seemed to cease.
[Verse 2]
Civil war whispers, they trembled in their thrones,
So they staged a play, made the chaos their own.
Papers scream “safety,” but blood stains the script,
A nation redefined, its backbone stripped.
The real massacre? Rights left on the floor,
Keys to rebellion, locked behind the door.
Gun laws passed, but who gained the most?
The people or the ghosts haunting Parliament’s post?
[Chorus]
Trigger finger truths, who’s behind the frame?
Smoke and mirrors dance, rewriting the name.
They took the tools, said it’s for the peace,
But the fear they planted never seemed to cease.

rap, gritty basslines, male vocals, minimal beats, raw, hard-hitting