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Foucault Fulcrum
Album

Foucault Fulcrum

Mood Red

2025 • 8 tracks

Power structures don't dismantle themselves. Foucault Fulcrum is eight tracks of philosophical uprising—deconstruction as anthem, revolution as necessity; inspired by Michel Foucault.

Track List

1 Name It First
They call it riot We call it reply They write the headline We write the sky First to speak it Own what it means You stay silent Build the scene Dictionary Is a weapon too Define the word The word defines you Name it first Or be named Speak the word Or be claimed Hold a pen Hold a throne Name it first Make it known Terrorist or freedom Called by the printed page Enhanced interrogation Or torture in a cage The frame creates the picture The picture sells the frame Control the definition Control the game Name it first Or be named Speak the word Or be claimed Hold the pen Hold the throne Name it first Make it known They named us all For centuries Labeled, filed Categorized, diseased But names can be Reclaimed, reversed The colonized Now speak in verse Name it first We name it first Speak the word We speak it first Hold the pen We hold it now Name it first And take a bow
2 Confession Trap
They built a room with velvet walls And soft light falling just for you They said sit down and tell us all We only want to help you through The priest, the cop, the therapist The feed that asks you how you feel They wear different masks but share a list And every word becomes the seal They call it healing They call it grace But I see the file Behind your face Don't confess No don't confess Keep one thing they'll never know Don't confess Don't undress your soul For the ones who keep the records Let them guess Don't confess The posts that beg for all your pain The forms that ask for every scar They promise sunshine after rain But track exactly where you are Your secrets are your only wealth The last thing left they cannot buy So hold your tongue and guard yourself Let silence be your alibi They call it sharing They call it trust But data never Turns to dust Don't confess No don't confess Keep one thing they'll never know Don't confess Don't undress your soul For the ones who keep the records Let them guess Don't confess The booth was built to make you kneel The algorithm learned your shame They said the truth would help you heal But now they own you By your name Don't confess No don't confess Keep one thing they'll never know Don't confess Don't undress your soul For the ones who keep the records Let them guess Let them guess Let them guess Don't confess Some truths are yours alone to hold...
3 Horizontal
No one at the head of the table No throne and no crown We build it without the blueprint That keeps falling down The pyramid is a tombstone For everyone underneath So we stretch out flat on the ground now And find our own feet Side by side Not one above This is how We learn to love Horizontal We move as one Horizontal No kingdom come No one leads and no one follows We rise together or we fall Horizontal We share it all They need you looking upward So you never look around At the million standing with you Making the same sound The network has no center The web has got no king When everyone's connected Everyone can swing Eye to eye Hand in hand This is how We make our stand Horizontal We move as one Horizontal No kingdom come No one leads and no one follows We rise together or we fall Horizontal We share it all They want a head to cut off A leader to betray But we're just a wave now You can't arrest the bay We're roots beneath the concrete We're whispers in the wire A thousand little brush fires Make one big fire Horizontal We move as one Horizontal No kingdom come No one leads and no one follows We rise together or we fall Horizontal Horizontal We share it all No masters... no kings... just us...
4 b3C0m3 <G0vN@B13!
They want your name in the system They want your face in the file They want you tracked and numbered Walking single file But you're not a code You're not a case You're not a fucking box You're the glitch in their interface Slip through! Fuck YOU! Nothing they can DO! BECOME UN GOV NUH BULL CATCH WHAT WON'T STAND STILL BECOME UN GOV NUH BULL BREAK EVERY SYSTEM THAT THEY BUILT WE DON'T COMPLY WE DON'T OBEY BECOME UN GOV NUH BULL STARTING TODAY STARTING TODAY WE DON'T OBEY WE DON'T OBEY WE DON'T OBEY WE DON'T OBEY No fixed address no proper job No profile pic no easy rob They need you legible, readable, neat But you're just static You're just heat Refuse the form Deny the box Become the sand inside their clocks Fuck YOU! Fuck YOU! Nothing they can DO! BECOME UN GOV NUH BULL CATCH WHAT WON'T STAND STILL BECOME UN GOV NUH BULL BREAK EVERY SYSTEM THAT THEY BUILT WE DON'T COMPLY WE DON'T OBEY BECOME UN GOV NUH BULL STARTING TODAY STARTING TODAY WE DON'T OBEY WE DON'T OBEY WE DON'T OBEY WE DON'T OBEY They built the cage For something tame But we broke through With a SCREAM! They built the cage (cage!) UN GOV NUH BULL Refuse the form (form!) UN GOV NUH BULL With a scream (SCREEEEAAAAM!) UN GOV NUH BULL Nothing they can DO! (DOOOO!) WE ARE UN GOV NUH BULL WE DON'T OBEY WE DON'T OBEY WE DON'T OBEY WE DON'T OBEY
5 Dropwatch
Cameras in the corner Algorithms in the wire They built a tower so tall It never sleeps, never tires Every click is captured Every step is stored They think they see everything But they can't see the sword Find the blind spot Find the crack Find the place They can't look back WE DROP THE WATCHTOWER Brick by brick by brick (by brick by brick) WE DROP THE WATCHTOWER Pull it down it's a trick (a trick a trick) They thought we'd watch Thought we'd never fall WE DROP THE WATCHTOWER We're coming for it ALL (ALL!) The eye that never blinked Just went dark tonight The archive got corrupted The footage lost the fight They needed you afraid Needed you to freeze But fear is just a tower And we've got the keys Find the blind spot Find the flaw Find the moment It all falls WE DROP THE WATCHTOWER Brick by brick by brick (by brick by brick) WE DROP THE WATCHTOWER Pull it down it's a trick (a trick a trick) They thought we'd watch Thought we'd never fall WE DROP THE WATCHTOWER We're coming for it ALL (ALL!) Every empire built a tower To remind you of your place But every tower has a shadow And shadows can't be traced We move where you can't see We speak where you can't hear And when the tower drops We disappear WE DROP THE WATCHTOWER It's coming down tonight (tonight tonight) WE DROP THE WATCHTOWER We killed the evil eye (evil evil evil) No more surveillance No more wasted fear WE DROP THE WATCHTOWER We were always fucking HERE (HERE)
6 Boss' Grave
Shoulders bearing weight of gold Flags draped over unmarred bones Laws folding into paper flowers Chains melted down to coffin nails The tools remember what they told Did the bosses tool Did the bosses crave Every what was made Every great returns To the holy know Did the bosses tool Take back what was stole Counters counting shovels of dirt Six feet written in the ledger Lawyers drafting deeds to nothing Clocks stopping for the clock maker Time finally keeping its own hours Did the bosses tool Did the bosses crave Every what was made Every great returns To the holy know Did the bosses tool Take back what was stole Archers said the tools won't free But tools don't know who swings them now Tools just dig and the dirt don't care whose name is on the snow Down Down Down Down Into the ground that was built on Down Down It's now done He's in the ground now! (In the ground!) Dirt on his crown now! (On his crown!) We used his shovel! (His own shovel!) Now we don't grovel! (Never again!) Dance on the grave That the master made Dance on the grave We're finally paid Swing that hammer Wave that chain The master's tools Set us free today His bank bought the flowers! (Bought the flowers!) His court set the hours! (Set the hours!) His pen signed the death! (Signed the death!) Now we catch our breath! (Catch our breath!) Dance on the grave That the master made Dance on the grave We're finally paid Swing that hammer Wave that chain The master's tools Set us free today They said we couldn't win Playing by his rules But we flipped the board And now we got the jewels Every tool of oppression Got a second use Bury the oppressor Cut the noose Dance! Dance! Dance on the grave! We are finally finally finally paid! Dance! Dance! Swing the chain! Master's tools broke the master's reign!
7 Method As Madness
Questions Colors now Pictures Taste wrong Ink Won't stay Room Went sideways Try again File that Shape shifted Lock that Already out Madness as method Madness as KEY Your categories Don't work on ME! Madness as method Madness as WAR! You keep asking I don't recall Box Bird now Line Fog Name Wrong Trap I'm the teeth Walls Quit Floor Lied Door said exit I said Which one Medicate what Restrain who Your institution Missed the point Madness as method Madness as KEY Your categories Don't work on ME! Madness as method Madness as WAR! You keep asking I don't recall You wanted readable You wanted filed Got nothing But static And a smile Madness Method Out You built a cage Wrong size Wrong shape Wrong animal ...still looking...
8 Foucault Fulcrum
"Là où il y a pouvoir..." "...il y a résistance" Voice 1: Lever Voice 2: Levier Voice 1: Fulcrum Voice 2: Point d'appui Voice 1: One push Voice 2: Une poussée BOTH: Le monde bascule "On est là! On est là!" "Le pouvoir est partout" Trouve le point Où tout balance Gilet jaune Sur les ronds-points FIND THE FULCRUM TROUVE LE PIVOT ONE PUSH UNE POUSSÉE TIP THE SCALE WATCH IT FALL TOUT SE RENVERSE WHEN THE CENTER BREAKS Cinq... Yellow on the highway Quatre... BURNING ON THE ROUNDABOUT! Trois... FIN DU MONDE, FIN DU MOIS! Deux... Un... "ON EST LÀ! ON EST LÀ!" TROUVE LE PIVOT FIND THE SPOT UNE POUSSÉE IS ALL WE GOT LE MONDE BASCULE TOUT S'EFFONDRE EVERYTHING CHANGES QUAND LE CENTRE CÈDE Pressure on the point "On ne sort pas du pouvoir" YELLOW IN THE STREETS "LE POUVOIR PRODUIT LA RÉALITÉ" Visibility as weapon "IL FAUT DÉFENDRE LA SOCIÉTÉ" One more… "Macron démission" Voice 1: FULCRUM Voice 2: PIVOT Voice 1: LEVER Voice 2: LEVIER Voice 1: GILET Voice 2: JAUNE BOTH: NOW BOTH: MAINTENANT BOTH: TOUT SE RENVERSE BOTH: EVERYTHING TURNS ...basculé... ...fini... "On est là" "On est là" "Le pouvoir est partout" "Il y a résistance" ...on est toujours là...