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The United States of the 4th Reich
extremely powerful, angry modern metal song with political intensity. The song should feel militant, urgent, and emotionally charged, expressing rage, moral clarity, and resistance against authoritarianism and fascism. Use heavy low-tuned guitars, crushing riffs, aggressive rhythms, and dramatic dynamics. Style: modern European metalcore / melodic death metal. Fast palm-muted riffs, tremolo picking, minor-key melodies, and massive breakdowns. Tight, precise drumming with double-kick dominance. Epic, dark, and disciplined—not chaotic or sloppy. Vocals: harsh, powerful metal vocals with clarity and authority. Aggressive but intelligible. Emotional delivery should sound like a warning and a refusal, not blind rage. Occasional sustained screams for emphasis. Children’s choir vocals: soft, clean, innocent, and unsettling. Simple unison singing with light reverb. Calm and emotionless delivery to contrast the aggression of the music. Slightly distant, almost ghost-like.
Resistance is not a phase - Vibe
2026-01-13 15:30:13
V2.0
Verse 1
Neon lights on boarded doors,
Freedom sold in corporate stores,
One hand feeds, the other binds,
Chains are hidden in the fine print lines.
Banners wave, but truth is thin,
Bought and branded, stitched with sin,
Gold-plated lies on primetime screens,
A crown of cash for kings unseen.
Pre-Chorus
They call it order, call it pride,
Draw the borders deep inside,
Fear becomes the marching drum,
While justice learns to bite its tongue.
Chorus
Welcome to the United States of the 4th Reich,
Same old hate in modern disguise,
Boots are polished, flags are clean,
But the stains don’t fade from the bloodstream.
Salute the market, kneel to the throne,
A nation taught to die alone,
History screams but no one listens right—
United States of the 4th Reich.
Verse 2
Glass ceilings reinforced with law,
Bodies judged by what they are,
Power talks in boardroom smoke,
While broken backs just learn to cope.
Monoliths eat every street,
Small hands crushed beneath their feet,
Choice reduced to brands and lies,
Freedom framed in dollar signs.
Pre-Chorus
They dress control up as debate,
Call exclusion “keeping safe,”
Turn neighbors into enemy lines,
And sell the cure as poison wine.
Chorus
Welcome to the United States of the 4th Reich,
Uniform thoughts, synchronized minds,
Marching forward, blind and proud,
Drowning truth beneath the crowd.
Raise your voice, they cut the sound,
Paint a target, burn it down,
The past returns in red, white, blue tonight—
United States of the 4th Reich.
Bridge
No swastikas, no iron cross,
Just softer words to sell the cost,
A smiling face, a legal seal,
Makes cruelty easier to conceal.
You don’t need camps when debt’s a cage,
You don’t need books when rage’s the page,
The lesson learned, then re-applied:
Control the fear, and you control the mind.
Breakdown
This isn’t history—it’s rehearsal,
Same disease, just more commercial,
Same old anthem, different verse,
Progress weaponized to make it worse.
Final Chorus
Welcome to the United States of the 4th Reich,
Not in name but in design,
Where power’s holy, greed’s the law,
And empathy’s the final flaw.
If freedom dies by silent consent,
By shrugging shoulders, rents unpaid,
Then remember who looked away that night—
In the United States of the 4th Reich.
Outro
Ashes don’t fall, they accumulate,
When warning signs are called “debate.”
Say it loud, refuse the lie—
Fascism lives when good men comply.
Love it!
Nice vibe
So moving