Letras

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
They wrap the truth in red-white-blue,
Then charge you just to touch it.
A flag on every product line,
A sermon for your budget.
They call it “honor,” call it “pride,”
Call it “support the brave”—
But somehow every dollar you bleed
Builds someone else a grave.

[Chorus]

[anthemic, slow]
Patriotism for sale—
A logo on a wound.
They rent you a religion
And call the invoice “truth.”
Wave it high, pay the price,
Kiss the ring, learn the script—
They don’t love the country,
They love the way it flips.

[Verse 2]
A veteran in a photo frame,
A family in the street.
A handshake for the cameras,
Then silence when they eat.
They sell the war like therapy,
They sell the poor as “lazy.”
And every “enemy” they name
Is someone they can’t tax, see?

[Turn]

[short, tense]
If you don’t chant,
You don’t belong.
If you don’t buy,
You’re “doing wrong.”

[Pre-Chorus]

[build]
They don’t defend a home—
They defend a revenue stream.
And you confuse the anthem
With a marketing team.

[Chorus]

[anthemic, slow]
Patriotism for sale—
A logo on a wound.
They rent you a religion
And call the invoice “truth.”
Wave it high, pay the price,
Kiss the ring, learn the script—
They don’t love the country,
They love the way it flips.

[Bridge]

[drop, voice close]
Look closer—
Who profits when you hate?
Who wins when you divide?
Who feeds on your debate?
They’ll sell you “freedom”
Like a limited release,
Then send your kids to “protect it”
While they cash in on peace.

[Break]

[half-time, heavy]
A flag over a paycheck.
A prayer over a deal.
They’re not “patriots”—
They’re a brand with teeth.

[Solo]

[melodic lead, restrained]

[Final Chorus]

[biggest]
Patriotism for sale—
A logo on a wound.
They rent you a religion
And call the invoice “truth.”
Wave it high, pay the price,
Until your heart goes numb—
If love of country’s real,
It shouldn’t come with a gun.

[Outro]

[auctioneer fades]
Going once.
Going twice.
Sold—at any price.
[end song]