LYRIC FOR SALE

By EIDOLON XIII

Tomb of the Living, Rise Regardless.

When the world stops pretending…
Is when revolution begins.

This world ain’t built to save you,
that don’t mean you let it break you.
Feel the fire, its purpose not pain,
Another chance to rise again through acid rain. Stop taking shame to the Brain. Reclame your name.

This world plots quiet deaths beneath our feet, dont reach for defeat when your graves incomplete. The streets don’t sleep — they just swallow the weak. Fame don’t mean a thing when your soul’s on E,
Hearts pleading to bleed, but they suffer quietly. Riots in the streets, bleeding in the sheets. Young girls turned objects, never felt seen, Young kings trade their futures for a clip and a beam. Desperately tryna feel free. This system feeds off silence and shame, So speak like your life depends on the weight of your name. fxxx a Cuban chain, it can't numb the pain.

Dreams fade into machines, desperately seeking what freedom means. They say “You chose this life,” but that’s a setup from birth, what a curse. Kinda Feels rehearsed. the ladder’s under the dirt, hard to unearth, they mock the climb. they've had me caged since birth. Praying you revert, obey & stay hurt.

I seen lions rise from the lowest of lows,
Bleeding in the dark, still taking the blows. No applause - just a war in their souls.

You ain't your past, your pain, or your sins, You decide when the next chapter begins. Rotten culture tryna pimp your depression, But healing is rebellion? - not just a suggestion? Feel like I'm being tested. Patience is a blessing.

This world’s a tomb for the living,
But I swear to God — you still got something worth giving. More than the trauma, more than the shame, More than a pawn in their rigged little games.

Wake up - even if your hands shake, - even if you're voice Quakes.
Stand tall — even when everything breaks. Even if that backbone aches.

I know it's tolling but Pride ain’t found in who talks the loudest, it’s built in silence where you still answer your callings. Keep brawling. They'll never stop trolling.

sellin chains disguised as gold,
But freedom starts when you refuse to fold. - I've seen addicts turn poets, killers turn dads, The worst flip pain into plans they never had.

We all got scars — don’t let ‘em define you, Let 'em guide you, refine you. not blind you, bind you, or confine you.
The streets rot kids in digital silence,
Fentanyl dreams and government funded violence. Crys are getting Silenced.

A lion among lambs — I was prophesied,
the shepherd's corrupted, sold out to televised lies. How they blame the starving for crumbs just to survive?
It’s deception, wrapped in suits and ties. This world is running outta time.

Rotten to the core, this culture’s turned into soft-core porn, selling pain in a slow-mo war. rebranded and reborn. We build our own prisons, decorate the gate, While the fake play gods and perpetuate hate. Is that y'all's fate?

This world’s a tomb for the living,
Cold hearts, fake gods, no forgiving.
Divided by design, lost in the climb,
Now everybody bleeds but they call it the grind? Don't be blind.

Corrupt minds in rented power suits,
Preach peace while they train boys to shoot in mud-soaked boots. Pawns in the game — born just to fall, While the rich make bets & wish death on us all.

They teach submission in school, then rebellion in rap, Confuse the youth — now they are stuck in a trap. Abusers disguised in a victim complex, Leak trauma for likes, no context, just text. & Think That's a Big flex? What a mess.

Politicians sip blood from a goblet of votes, Say your life has value till you gasp and choke. Kids are on drugs, lead in their water and nobody hears the cries, But no one speaks up ‘til their own daughter dies.

Stress got 'em smokin’ till they panic and slip, everyone's manic & wonders why the city feels like a sinking ship.
The dead can’t provide, and the living barely cope, So boys become soldiers, clinging to hope.

Feels like we're all destined to fall into a crawl, While CEOs eat steak behind concrete walls. Where pride’s been replaced by fear and distraction, And noise wins wars instead of real action. Everyone's living based on reaction - not purpose. Not passion. fxxx your factions.

This world’s a tomb for the living,
But I swear - you ain't done, keep on giving. You're more than pain, more than shame. You're more than a piece in their capital game.

Wake up even if your hands still shake,
Stand tall even when everything breaks. Pride ain’t found in who talks the loudest, It’s forged in the silence when you still move mountains.

You ain’t broke you’re rebuilding the frames, You ain’t lost you’re rerouting through the flames. patronized into silence, still screaming through the cries, were the only ones they couldn't fxxxin colonize.