Riot You Crave

Verse

They said “hold the line,” so I held the blade,

Bleeding out in the mess they made.

Built their throne on my cracked spine,

But I spit fire — not your shrine.

Chorus

No crown for the martyr,

No gold for the grave.

I’m not your savior,

I’m the riot you crave.

Verse

I wore your guilt like a second skin,

Till I tore it off and stitched my grin.

You want a hero? Find a ghost.

I’m the backlash, not your host.

Chorus

No crown for the martyr,

No gold for the grave.

I’m not your savior,

I’m the riot you crave.

Bridge

Burn the script, break the chain,

I won’t bleed for your campaign.

I’m the scream behind the smile,

The exile gone feral and wild.

Chorus

No crown for the martyr,

No gold for the grave.

I’m not your savior,

I’m the riot you crave.