Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
B²TSM
Performer
Brett Yang
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wei-Chen Chen
Composer
Brett Yang
Composer
Wylla Yanaurita
Composer
Min Ju Pak
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shaun O'Brien
Producer
Lyrics
Black cars, dissonance
The constant fear that I'm living in
No telling how long I will last
The Stalin regime is watching my back
For God's sake, do nothing wrong
So I do that for which I was born
While women and children lose sleep every night
And fear every knock at their door
(Shh) See who? None
Stay cool? Done
Politicians, they live by their lies
The bright and the beautiful life paradigm
Tightrope? Woah
Slight hope? No
May the living and truth stay alive
With the gift I was given, uncover their crimes
Using our art for political gain
Stripping our style for your wicked campaigns
Worked like a dog with our feet bound in chains
Secret police? Two can play at this game
I submit to your wicked regime
Be your personal star employee
But my symphonies, harmonies, melodies
Hah! Will never be part of your schemes!
Who are you that we millions obey when our freedom is only display?
But what flaw do we follow a murderous tyrant
Ahem, better watch what I say
Watch out for that fine print, I'mma take you to the five-line labyrinth
I don't need to say words, stay silent
But you can figure out the truth behind it
If you decide to play with me
You better read between the lines
You're messing with a genius
What was yours was always mine
You call my opera a muddle of mess
I find your ruling far more grotesque
Made your own people oppressed?
Maybe that's why you walked out of Macbeth
This is my testament
Held in resentment
To all of my family members arrested
My heart is tormented
I tried to protect it
By being a part of the red army regiment
Danger is imminent, now
My story is relevant, now
The story's a warning to all who are ignorant
The call is from inside the house
Comrades! We must dedicate to this war
Fight back power we can't afford
Let our peace and joy be restored
By our fleet and sound of our horns
Get these fools far from our pedestals
Kick the soap box from their feet
They'll spit lies straight from the abdominal
'Till their stomachs pop from their greed
Can't have politicians or skewed religions
Make humanity fall apart
Build a generation, break repetition
And let our future finally start
They can silence the artist but they cannot silence the art
They can silence the artist but they cannot silence the art
Written by: Brett Yang, Min Ju Pak, Wei-Chen Chen, Wylla Yanaurita