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Stand up when the world goes insane

Hands up still breakin’ these chains

Fall down Nah, we rise through the pain

Heart cold, but the fire remain

Stand up yeah we built for the war

Mad world tryna kick in the door

They want silence hear us roar

Still here, still fightin’ for more

VERSE 1:

Yeah, pressure on my neck but I breathe anyway

City full of noise, can’t hear what the weak men say

Screens full of lies, truth buried in delay

Everybody numb but I feel it every day

Bills on the table, demons in my head

Smile for the camera, chaos where I tread

They sell fear cheap, hope costs bread

But I grind through the night like I owe the dawn debt

No cape, no savior, no shortcut route

Just scars in my skin and a savage pursuit

They tried to box me in, tried to mute

Now my voice crack walls when the bass knock through

HOOK:

Stand up—when the world goes insane

Hands up—still breakin’ these chains

Fall down? Nah, we rise through the pain

Heart cold, but the fire remain

Stand up—yeah we built for the war

Mad world tryna kick in the door

They want silence—hear us roar

Still here, still fightin’ for more

VERSE 2:

They want obedience, I want clarity

They want followers, I want rarity

Mind sharp, soul heavy with gravity

I don’t need approval, I move with sanity

Blood in the ink every time that I write

Truth in my teeth when I’m ready to bite

Not at your throat—at the chains in my life

I ain’t swingin’ fists, I’m swingin’ for right

Lost some friends to the hate and the hype

Lost some sleep just tryin’ to survive

If standing tall is the price of the fight

Then I’ll pay it in sweat every day, every night

BRIDGE (half-time, gritty):

They said sit down, stay quiet, behave

I said nah—I was built to be brave

Every storm that they sent my way

Just taught me how to stand in the rain

HOOK (repeat, crowd energy):

Stand up—when the world goes insane

Hands up—still breakin’ these chains

Fall down? Nah, we rise through the pain

Heart cold, but the fire remain

Stand up—yeah we built for the war

Mad world tryna kick in the door

They want silence—hear us roar

Still here, still fightin’ for more

OUTRO:

Yeah…

We don’t fold.

We don’t fade.

We stand.