Off The Balcony

(Intro - building chaos, whispered to scream)
Tick tock, you're the clock!
They watch you rot while they sip on stock!
Glass towers—built from bone—
They see your pain as another milestone!
(Verse 1)
Crack a smile, throw a rose,
From a gold-plated grave where the ivy grows.
Champagne rain from a poison sky,
While we drown in the gutters and the rent runs dry!
“Let them eat debt,” that’s the prayer they preach,
While they sip the blood we’ll never reach.
We build their throne with a dying breath,
And they raise their glass to our living death!
(Pre-Chorus)
Hey! Hey! HEY!
Look up and wave!
To the gods of the grid who enslaved your wage!
Hey!
It’s a pantomime of power and grace,
But the strings are chains, and they love your place!
(Chorus)
OFF THE BALCONY!
Motherfucker!
Looking down while we burn in the streets!
OFF THE BALCONY!
Feeding off pain like a gourmet feast!
Skyscraper kings with a guillotine grin,
Tossing silver coins just to watch us spin!
OFF THE BALCONY!
They own the war, and they sell the peace!
(Verse 2)
Crystal lies in a concrete frame,
Every window view is a hunger game.
Smile for the drone, be the face of the fight,
While they hide in the clouds, out of moral sight!
They dine on collapse, dressed in silk and ash,
Raise a glass as the systems crash!
We bleed truth, they paint it gold—
Another martyr sold before the corpse gets cold!
(Bridge - slow and sinister)
They built a castle on the backs of the blind,
Every brick a body, every step a spine.
You are the ladder, they are the plague,
Climb too high and they cut the legs!
(Growled whisper)
“Don't look up,” they say,
While they dance in decay...
(Breakdown - vicious screams)
FUCK YOUR BALCONY!
FUCK YOUR VIEW!
FUCK YOUR POWER AND THE LIES YOU CHEW!
WE AREN’T TOYS—WE ARE FLAME!
AND WE'LL BURN YOUR PALACE IN OUR NAME!
(Final Chorus)
OFF THE BALCONY!
Gods in disguise with a puppet parade!
OFF THE BALCONY!
Feeding hope like a razor blade!
Concrete crown on a skull made of greed,
They watch us crawl while their pockets breed!
OFF THE BALCONY!
The sky ain't heaven—it's just their cage!
(Outro - fading noise and whispers)
You're not a king—you're just out of reach...
One good shove and your kingdom screeches...
Hope you love the view... from the FALL.
Because we’re coming for it all.

Death-punk metal. Heavy vocals and heavy riffs. Filled with anger and visceral rage., male