Spite and Stone

(Verse 1)
I chew on curses, breathe in hate,
A ghost they built but can’t eradicate.
They say "Stand tall, salute the flag!"
But I’m the punchline, the discarded rag.
Invisible ’til they need a pawn,
A cog to rust, a shadow drawn.
Bottom of the ladder, top of their shitlist,
They want my blood? Well, here’s my fist.

(Chorus)
I exist out of spite, a thorn in the machine,
A cracked reflection of their hollow routine.
They preach “Serve Canada!”—but who’s serving me?
I’ll burn their parade down, just to feel free.

(Verse 2)
DEI pamphlets line their gates,
“Equity for all!”—but my name’s too late.
Resumes drowned in virtue’s flood,
They call me “problem,” I call it blood.
Incel? Nah—just society’s stain,
Alone in a world that thrives on my pain.
They want saints but forge us as thieves,
So I’ll rot here, laughing, while their temple bleeds.

(Chorus)
I exist out of spite, a thorn in the machine,
A cracked reflection of their hollow routine.
They preach “Serve Canada!”—but who’s serving me?
I’ll burn their parade down, just to feel free.

(Bridge)
Dawn’s a drill sergeant, screaming “Flip that stone!”
“Save the rocks from sunburn”—leave no soul alone.
Blistered hands, a joke etched in heat,
This is service? A defeat on repeat.
They break my back, then demand I kneel,
But every rock’s a tombstone—let their empire feel.

(Verse 3)
They’ll never crown me, never cheer my name,
Just shovel shame and stoke the flame.
Patriot’s mask on a face they erase,
I’ll haunt their monuments, a ghost in this place.
So let their world crack, let their pride decay,
I’ll be the rust, the reckoning day.

(Outro)
Spite is my anthem, stones my creed,
A life unyielding, a thorny seed.
They’ll build their heaven—I’ll dig its grave,
Bottom of the world? I like the view from the cave.