Richter Scale Rapture

[Intro]
Who’s to say what we can’t do
Who’s to say what we won’t change
There is no revolution
(no revolution)
(no revolution) without rage
[Verse 1]
Bouncing crown
on a cracked-thin throne
gold teeth rattle
every time we groan
You can paint that palace
with a martyr’s blood
But the kids in the gutter
gon’ turn that flood
You measured our pain
on a profit chart
We measured your time
on a ticking heart
When the crowd jumps once
and the floorboards break
That’s a fault line forming
every word we say
[Pre-Chorus]
They say “keep quiet”
hand on the stun gun
We say “speak louder”
lungs like a war drum
You can cage the body
never cage the tongue
Every verse I spit
load another one (hey!)
[Chorus]
When the bouncing crowd
makes the Richter scale shake (yeah)
That’s the sound of chains
starting just to flake
There is no revolution
without songs we make
Turn the volume up
’till the palisades quake
Rage, rage
’till the granite all breaks
Rage, rage
make the planet vibrate
[Verse 2]
Steel-toe steps
in the tear gas mist
Names in the air
like a blacklist hiss
You can jam that signal
scramble our feed
We graffiti the silence
with a primal scream
Put a price on breath
we gon’ rob that till
You can buy more time
never buy our will
Every barred-up window
is a drum we hit
Every banned idea
is a match we lit
[Pre-Chorus]
Who’s to say a chorus
cannot crash a gate
Who’s to say a cadence
cannot bend a fate
You can crowd the courts
you can flood the feed
But you can’t outvote
what the hungry need (nah)
[Chorus]
When the bouncing crowd
makes the Richter scale shake (woah)
That’s the buried fault
snapping wide awake
There is no revolution
without songs we make
Turn the volume up
’till the palisades quake
Rage, rage
’till the granite all breaks
Rage, rage
make the planet vibrate
[Bridge]
This the stomp
for the lost and found
This the hymn
for the underground
This the spark
in a gas-soaked page
This the pulse, this the pulse
this the pulse called rage (rage!)
[Chorus]
When the bouncing crowd
makes the Richter scale shake
Every shout a blade
every bar a stake
There is no revolution
without songs we make
Turn the volume up
’till the palisades quake
Rage, rage
’till the granite all breaks
Rage, rage
make the planet vibrate

rap, Aggressive, distorted trap-metal beat with snarling 808s and detuned guitars; male vocals flipping between rapid-fire triplet rap and screamed chants. Verses sit tight and percussive, chorus explodes with crowd-gang shouts and layered growls. Sub drops, alarm FX, and glitchy pauses to make the hook slam harder, ending in a feedback-drenched breakdown chant.