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Borrowed slogans stitched into your chest

Wearing rage like fashion at its best

Yesterday silent, now you lead the charge

But tell me plainly—whose fire lights your heart?

You wave your banner high above your head

A borrowed war, a borrowed kind of dread

You shout like scars were carved into your skin

Yet never say where any wound begins

Did you question yourself before the noise?Or just inherit louder voices?

We tore through doubt before we chose our flame

Only surviving fury earns its name

Can you fight where there’s no applause?Can you bleed when no one awards?

This ain’t rebellion, this is theater

Empty flags for empty believers

Only anger that survives the trial

Becomes a banner worth the fire

You scream “resistance” to feel alive

But borrowed heat won’t survive the night

So careful with the enemies you name

Safe little targets feeding your acclaim

You bare your teeth where courage costs the least

A staged crusade performed for hungry feeds

Your outrage trends, algorithm approved

Manufactured storms with nothing left to prove

Would your revolution breathe beyond the screen?

Or die the moment silence kills the scene?

Did you build that fury from your pain?

Or harvest thunder from a viral wave?

We stood in shadows, doubted every spark

Still what remained became our mark

Can you fight where there’s no applause?Can you stand when the crowd withdraws?This ain’t rebellion, this is costume

Cheap defiance dressed for consumption

Only anger that survives the trial

Becomes a banner worth the fire

You curse the world to crown your name

But empty flags all burn the same

We questioned ourselves long before the world

Broke our pride and let the truth unfurl

Not every scream becomes a cause

Not every fist can bear real loss

You wanted noise, we wanted truth

You wanted image, we lived proof

So before you raise that hollow sign

Ask if the rage is truly mine

Can you fight where there’s no applause?

Can you live by unwitnessed scars?

This ain’t rebellion, this is posture

A fading spark in borrowed armor

Only anger that survives the fall

Can ever stand and mean it all

So wave your empty flag on high

Real fire doesn’t need disguise

Bring your own words

Bring your own wounds

Because hollow bannersNever tear through the dark