Corruption wears a polished smileâand this song tears it off. âFalse Promisesâ slams like a boot on steel, merging classic rock grit with razor-sharp protest lyrics. Unapologetic, driven, and blisteringly bold.
Manager Commentary â Intro to âFalse Promisesâ by The GEAR GIRLS
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âFalse Promisesâ is where the gloves come off.
The GEAR GIRLS donât pull punches here â this track is a takedown of power that deceives, profits, and forgets.
Written in the aftermath of betrayal, it channels righteous fury into sharp lyricism and pounding rhythm. Ezraâs vocals cut like a blade, spitting truth through clenched teeth. Kattâs harmonies donât soothe â they seethe.
This isnât protest music that pleads.
Itâs a warning.
A reckoning.
A reminder that the people remember â every lie, every theft, every boot pressed into their backs.
With industrial grit and militant energy, False Promises calls out the smiling tyrants and systems built to suffocate.
Itâs the sound of silence breaking, of voices rising.
You wrote the laws? Fine.
But now â we write the songs.
đ” False Promises
Written by Katt
Lead vocals: Ezra | Backing vocals: Katt (low harmonies and whispers)
(Trust a liarâŠ)
(You know what you get)
They came with smiles and silver tongues
Spoke of peace with practiced lines
Shook our hands and kissed our young
While counting coin from shadowed crimes
They say the systemâs fine
Over cigars and casks of wine
Built their towers on our toil and pain
Then raised a glass to the acid rain
They call it order,
we call it theft
Robbed us blind
âjust the angerâs left
False promises,
itâs how they thrive-
They donât care if we live or die.
Empty words used to hold us down.
Boot on our necks, in the mud, til we drown.
But we rememberâŠ
Oh, we rememberâŠ
âŠwhat you took!
(Your power wonât last)
(We remember the past)
They starve the streets, then call it âthe lawâ
When caught in your lies, you never learn.
Pass more restriction, and ignore all the flaws
But justice is coming, and then itâs our turn
We donât want your scripted grace
Your false promises or hollow face
You had your chance, youâve run for a whileâ
Weâre done with your lies and your plastic smile
False promises, itâs how they thrive-
They donât give a damn if we live or die.
Empty words used to hold us down.
Boot on our necks, in the mud, til we drown.
But we rememberâŠ
Oh, we rememberâŠ
âŠwhat you took
And weâre not fooled by your holy look
(Your power wonât last)
(We remember the past)
You wrote the laws,
but we write the songs
And weâve been silent far too long.







