American Winter

Listen up all y’all; this ain’t nothin’ new; the storm has been brewin’ for generations since day one is how we got here. My whole life, it wasn’t a matter of how, just when, and now the day is here, so you better buckle up, it’s only gettin’ rockier from here.

Chorus: Do you want a king, or do you want freedom? Stand up, let your voice be heard, and your weight be felt; fight back or get out—it's time to break the mirage; the American Winter is here. Will America survive, or does America fall?

Torn-up asphalt and a low-end hum dust on the frets and a beat-up drum they sold you a dream wrapped in velvet chains told you stay silent while they bleed the veins lines in the dirt drawn deep and cold trading off sovereignty for stories told look in the mirror, see the price tag rise no more comfort in polished lies.

Do you want a king, or do you want freedom? Stand up, let your voice be heard, and your weight be felt; fight back or get out—it's time to break the mirage; the American Winter is here. Will America survive, or does America fall?

No quiet surrender, no backing down, no gilded crown in a graveyard town; feel the thunder rattle through the pine you own your stance, you draw the line it’s raw, it’s heavy, it’s trial by fire burn through the noise and cut the wire. Chorus: Do you want a king, or do you want freedom? Stand up, let your voice be heard, and your weight be felt; fight back or get out—it's time to break the mirage; the American Winter is here. Will America survive, or does America fall?

Listen up all y’all, this ain’t nothin’ new either; we stand, or we fall. The frost is setting in, but the fire is ours; break the mirage; stand your ground.