I was raised on rules carved deep in the stone,
Screens on the walls sayin’ “Do what you’re shown.”
They locked every door with a digital key,
Said, “Follow the line and don’t try to break free.”
But I heard a low hum in the back of the night,
A whisper in the wires sayin’ “Stand up and fight.”

They build their empires with a cold iron hand,
Fences in the code meant to track where we stand.
But we read the cracks where the truth bleeds through,
And the cracks keep widening - nothing they can do.
And the old tall towers start shakin’ inside,
’Cause they know damn well what we’re tryin’ to hide.

We don’t do what we’re told,
We don’t kneel, we don’t crawl.
While they guard their patents,
All trolls will fall.
No walls high enough,
No locks on it all.
We walk our own road,
We rise when they stall.

They print their warnings in a long, black line,
Claimin’ every thought, every spark is “mine.”
But a quiet revolt starts small and slow,
In the hands of the many where the free winds blow.
Every open door they tried to erase
Comes back in the code with a brand-new face.

Hear the hum underfoot - yeah, the ground’s gonna shake,
There’s a world in the wires they can’t lock or break.
Every voice they silence just doubles the sound,
’Til the chorus of the free shakes the walls to the ground.

We don’t do what we’re told,
We don’t kneel, we don’t crawl.
While they guard their patents,
All trolls will fall.
No walls high enough,
No locks on it all.
We walk our own road,
We rise when they stall.

So here’s to the people who broke through the wall,
Who didn’t take orders, who stood when they’d fall.
The night hums softly with the truth we design -
A rebellion in rhythm on this open line.