We tell ourselves this time is different.
That this vote is clean.
That hope will somehow change the math.
But power doesn’t run on hope—
and history doesn’t grade on intention.
[Verse 1]
We light a match on a hopeful night,
Say this time it’ll all turn out right,
But the rules don’t bend and the system knows,
Winner takes all—that’s how it goes.
[Chorus]
Why do third-party dreams feel brave and pure,
But leave us weaker than before?
We vote our hearts, then the locks snap tight,
Another court gone in the dead of night.
[Spoken Word Break]
They don’t need a landslide.
They just need us split.
They don’t need your silence—
just your certainty
that losing this time
won’t count.
[Verse 2]
Flags in the air, good intentions loud,
History screaming through the crowd,
You don’t break chains by splitting the key,
You hand the door to the enemy.
[Chorus]
Why do third-party dreams feel brave and clean,
But end in power we didn’t mean?
We cast our hope, then the hammer comes down,
Same red result in a different town.
[Outro]
Dreams don’t win when the system’s rigged.
You change the rules—
or you play to live.