FUK THAT - 2
Inner IA raw-boned, steel-jawed reckoning. Lyrics [INTRO – SPOKEN OVER SLOW STOMP + GRITTY GUITAR RUMBLE] They thought we’d stay quiet. Clock in. Bow down. Nod clean. But the pit remembers what the paper erased. And now? We rise with dust on our knuckles and fire in our teeth. ⸻ [VERSE 1 – LIES IN UNIFORM] They feed us dreams with broken glass, Dress up the blade, make it look like class. “Climb the ladder,” but it ain’t got rungs, Just handshakes, snake codes, and silver tongues. They freeze the raises, stretch the hours, Take your PTO, then call it “ours.” “Team meeting” while your soul goes dry — Smile for the boss while your joy says goodbye. ⸻ [CHORUS – OUTLAW STOMP] 🎸 FUK THAT — keep your chairs. FUK THAT — fake wellness prayers. FUK THAT — no badge can bless The system made to bleed and press. You stole my breath, you stole my night — Now I sharpen truth in firelight. I won’t kneel, I won’t bend back — I grab my axe… and FUK THAT. ⸻ [VERSE 2 – DIGITAL SHACKLES] You watch my clicks, measure my pace, Track every blink, then cut my grace. “Be professional,” “stay aligned” — While they gaslight pain and rewrite time. They move the line, erase the rules, Build glass ceilings, then call us fools. You don’t want staff — you want soft clay, But we’re the mountain. You’ll break today. ⸻ [BRIDGE – WHISPER WITH FIELD DRONE] I gave my breath for your machine. Now I take it back. I reclaim time. I reclaim soul. I reclaim truth beyond payroll. ⸻ [CHORUS – SCORCHED VERSION] 🎸 FUK THAT — no soft disguise. FUK THAT — I see the ties. FUK THAT — I smell the lie. FUK THAT — I don’t comply. You can brand the name, but not the flame. We’re the feral wind. We don’t play your game. Time’s up. Song’s black. Here’s your field memo — FUK THAT. ⸻ [OUTRO – PRIMAL FIELD CURSE] You thought you could buy silence. But the silence grew fangs. And now it sings. Not with melody… With war-rhythm. So tell the suits and the lords of delay: We ain’t your chain. We ain’t your prey. We clawed our names into the cave. And we rise from the dust. Unpaid. Unshaved. FUK. THAT. Inner I Inner Flame 🔥 Rash Guards at https://innerinetcompany.com/products/