Burn Book Insults

Verse 1

You flip the pages like a holy rite

A catalog of “sins” you didn’t write

Pre‑printed lies in a leather case

You wield it like a badge of grace

You call it justice, but it’s theater smoke

A handbook built for the power‑woke

You point your finger with trembling pride

But every “fault” is a scripted lie

Pre‑Chorus

You swear it’s truth, but the ink’s too clean

A prefab scandal machine

Chorus

Burn book insults — your favorite tool

A counterfeit ledger to make you look cool

You read off charges like a bedtime tale

But every accusation’s paper‑thin and stale

Burn book insults — your puppet show

You highlight names just to steal their glow

You claim it’s justice, but everyone sees

It’s just your fear dressed up as decrees

Verse 2

You slam the cover like a courtroom gavel

But the stories crumble, unravel, travel

From desk to desk like a cheap routine

A bureaucratic gossip machine

You call it order, but it’s all pretend

A cardboard truth you refuse to amend

You hide behind it when you’re feeling small

A borrowed script to make you tall

Pre‑Chorus

You swear it’s truth, but the ink’s too clean

A prefab scandal machine

Chorus

Burn book insults — your favorite tool

A counterfeit ledger to make you look cool

You read off charges like a bedtime tale

But every accusation’s paper‑thin and stale

Burn book insults — your puppet show

You highlight names just to steal their glow

You claim it’s justice, but everyone sees

It’s just your fear dressed up as decrees

Bridge

You hide behind the printed lies

A shield of fiction in disguise

But every page you weaponize

Just shows the cracks you try to hide

Breakdown

Stamp the seal

Forge the blame

Twist the truth

Rewrite the name

But the ink

Can’t mask the fact

Your whole crusade

Is an act

Final Chorus

Burn book insults — the flames run cold

Your prefab stories are getting old

You tried to rule with a counterfeit pen

But the truth keeps rising again and again

Burn book insults — your final page

Exposed the fraud behind your rage

You lit the match to scorch the room

But the only thing burning… is your costume