[Voiceover — deep cinematic bass narrator]
They said the city died in silence…
Silence was just the sound of people too scared to scream.
Under the catacombs, beneath the cracked churches and neon gutters,
something ancient kept breathing.
Kings got buried.
Priests got butchered.
And every man chasing the crown heard the same voice crawl from the dark:
"Power don't change monsters..."
"It just feeds them."

[Verse 1]
Black coat drag through the rainfall
Gun smoke mixed with the napalm
Dead eyes glow when the flame on
Street code carved in a gravestone
Fuck fame, I want survival
Knife scars deep in the spiral
Whole squad move homicidal
Half man, half primal
Rats in the wall got names now
Ghosts in the hall wear chains now
Everybody pray when the rain loud
Everybody hard till the lights out
City so sick need an exorcist
Rich men feast while the desperate split
Kids sell souls for some internet clicks
Whole damn world on some devilish shit

[Pre-Chorus]
I seen fear make saints turn fake
Seen greed dig six-foot graves
No sleep, just ash and rage
Heart still beat like war in a cage

[Chorus — Machinegun Rap]
I got venomous rhetoric, militant elegance, skeleton evidence
Devils in velvet with relevant sedatives sellin’ their genesis
Never been delicate, step in the residence, leave it in decadence
Heads on the pendulum swing with the sentences, red in the emphasis
Criminal etiquette, cynical predators livin’ in deficit
Villains with syndicates buildin’ an internet prison for innocence
Triggerin’ images, digital witches and miserable businessmen
Whisperin’, slitherin’, whisper again —
"Everybody dies for the dividends"

[Hook]
Ride with me (Ride with me)....
Through the City you don't want to see
Through the Eyes of a tired messiah with fire inside of him
Lyin’ politicians divide us then riot again
Smilin’ while sirens and violins cry in the wind
Ride with me (Ride with me)....
Through the City you don't want to see
Where Broadcast apocalypse straight to your feed
While they profit from all of it
Fuck all the puppeteers, fuck all the billionaires
Sellin’ depression and stress while they tell you that nobody really cares
Ho-woooooo-oooo-oh

[Post-Hook powerful drop]

[Verse 2]
Mama said “Boy don’t chase power”
Power turn men into grave flowers
Tick-tock sound from the clocktower
Every empire got a fuckin’ expiration hour
Pastors preach while the cash grow
Backroom deals with the black gold
God got drowned in the algorithm
Now the weak get fed to the fuckin’ system

[Bridge — whispered layered vocals]
No heaven…
No savior…
Just blood in the elevators…
And screams in the generators…

[Final Chorus — faster, explosive]
Mechanized genocide televised, weaponized
Petrol fire in the temple while the reverends hide
Everybody wanna monetize pain when the pressure rise
Then they petrified lookin’ in the devil eyes
I got pain interwoven with rage and corrosion
Chains on my brain but I break every link in the motion
Came from the basements where hatred was baked in the potion
Now I make earthquakes when bass hit the vocals in slow motion
Never no mercy, the circuitry burnin’ eternally
Certainly serpents are lurkin’ in churches and currencies
Currently murderin’ purity, person to person we
Turn into versions of vermin with jewelry worshipping urgency

[Sudden pause then burst]

[Hook 2]
Ride with me (Ride with me)....
Through the City you don't want to see
Where the holy men got blood on their jewelry
And the angels all drown in the gasoline heat
While the skyline burns to a funeral beat
Ride with me (Ride with me)....
Through the City you don't want to see
Where they televise terror straight into your dreams
Turn pain into profit on a million screens
Fuck all the parasites feedin’ on grief
Sellin’ fear to the weak while preachin’ “peace”
Ho-woooooo-oooo-oh

[Post-Hook powerful drop]

[Outro]
Ride with Me Ride with Me
Let's rideeeeeeee
Through the City you don't want to see
(You don't wanna see).......
Through our little Grave Town