Outrage has become a currency, and everyone is paying. Strangers turn into enemies, judgement is passed in seconds, and by tomorrow no one remembers why. The first single, about rage that never has to show its face.
Single · released 12 September 2026
Lyrics
Scrolling through the ruins of a poisoned feed
Every word a weapon, every wound will bleed
Echo chambers scream in digital tongues
Righteousness measured in thumbs
Feed the fury, count the clicks
Outrage is currency — the world burns quick
VREDE UTAN ANSIKTE! Faces made of fire, hearts made of glass
VREDE UTAN ANSIKTE! Every stranger an enemy to harass
We howl at shadows we have never seen
An empire of anger, cold and obscene
No room for silence, no space for grace
The mob holds trial in the marketplace
Moderation drowned in the rising tide
Kindness crucified, humiliated, denied
Once we spoke across the fence
Now we sharpen sentences like knives
Loneliness dressed in confidence
A crowd of millions, hollow lives
Type. Rage. Share. Forget. Type. Rage. Share. Forget.
VREDE UTAN ANSIKTE! Faces made of fire, hearts made of glass
VREDE UTAN ANSIKTE! Every stranger an enemy to harass
We howl at shadows we have never seen
An empire of anger, cold and obscene
Vrede... utan ansikte...
Forgotten by tomorrow, forgotten by noon
Another headline digs our communal tomb
Credits
Guitars, bass, drums and vocals performed and recorded by Servant of Insanity.
Violin, strings and synths: AI-assisted arrangement, edited by Servant of Insanity.
Produced, mixed and mastered by Servant of Insanity.