PAPER -THIN MASK

Sirens hum in the distance
Streetlights flicker in the rain
They paint control as kindness
But the mask is paper thin and stained
From the alleys comes a murmur
From the rooftops comes a shout
Every voice they tried to bury
Is about to break right out

Crank it up, don't back it up
Turn the pressure into sound
Crank it up, don't back it up
Feel the truth shake underground
We're bounds across the borders
Of the stories they invent
If they fear the ones who question
Then the message is well sent
No crown for the colossus
No throne for the crooked king
Where the rhythm and the riot
Where the rebels in between
Crank it up, don't back it up
Turn the pressure into sound
Crank it up, don't back it up
Feel the truth shake underground
(Wow!)

They wrap their rules in velvet
Call their silence keeping peace
But the youth can smell the power
And they're marching for release
From the shoreline to the station
Voices gathered burning bright
Turning rhythm into warning
Turning warning into fight
Baseline rumbles steady
Truth cuts through the smog
When they try to cage the future
We rise like breaking fog

Crank it up, don't back it up
Let the heartbeat shake the ground
Crank it up, don't back it up
As the rebels wont stay down
Crank it up, don't back it up
Turn the pressure into sound

A punchy, high‑energy protest track about rising up, questioning authority, and turning music into a force for resistance. It mixes gritty city imagery with a loud, rebellious chorus built for shouting together. You know...all the good required stuff!