The feature song that sent ‘Riot’s Last Stand‘ to prominence within the Grunge/Post-Punk underground in the late 2020s.
Verse 1:
We watched the South break away,
With flags of hate and cries of blame,
They said they’d rise, but all I see,
Are broken lives and twisted dreams.
In the streets, they’re burning down,
While leaders lie and sell the crown,
The Dixie blood, it stains the ground,
But ain’t no heroes to be found.
Chorus:
No glory left to find,
We’re all just lost in time,
The world’s on fire, we’re burning down,
But we won’t wear your crooked crown.
No justice in your land,
Just blood upon your hands,
The walls are falling, can’t you see?
Ain’t no freedom, ain’t no peace.
Verse 2:
From Moscow’s frozen, dying streets,
To Shanghai’s fallen, empty seats,
The world’s a stage of endless wars,
With empty promises and shattered doors.
In the west, the dollar’s burned,
While riots scream, and cities churn,
The earth is shaking, skies turn black,
Ain’t no leaders bringing us back.
Chorus:
No glory left to find,
We’re all just lost in time,
The world’s on fire, we’re burning down,
But we won’t wear your crooked crown.
No justice in your land,
Just blood upon your hands,
The walls are falling, can’t you see?
Ain’t no freedom, ain’t no peace.
Bridge:
You talk of honor, you talk of pride,
But all I see is genocide,
The South will fall, and so will we,
But we’ll take you down in our misery.
The borders blur, the states divide,
No truth to hear, no place to hide,
The world’s collapsing, the end is near,
And all that’s left is endless fear.
Chorus:
No glory left to find,
We’re all just lost in time,
The world’s on fire, we’re burning down,
But we won’t wear your crooked crown.
No justice in your land,
Just blood upon your hands,
The walls are falling, can’t you see?
Ain’t no freedom, ain’t no peace.
Outro:
So raise your fist, but know this truth,
We’re all the damned, the lost, the youth,
The future’s gone, the past is dead,
In this wasteland, we paint it red.