[Intro – Low, Broadcast Static]
Another year the screen won’t sleep.
Another war sold clean.
Breaking news fades fast—
The damage doesn’t.
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[Verse 1]
They sell us freedom on a screen
While counting bodies overseas
Red, white, blue in HD
But blood don’t show in luxury
Bodies blurred so we can eat
Scroll past grief with shaking thumbs
Kids learn sirens before they read
Debt before they learn to dream
Marble halls, private jets
Sign the bills, shake the hands
Wash the guilt with hollow threats
Call it “peace,” call it “plan”
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[Pre-Chorus]
They say “stay calm,” “don’t lose your head”
Calm is hard when you bury the dead
They call it order, call it peace
Peace don’t come from companies
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[Chorus]
This is paper flags in perfect light
Freedom branded, hope in bite-size
Voting booths and broken backs
While the rich sleep calm, detached
This is after the breaking news
When the cameras leave the ruins
The world moves on too fast
But the trauma’s built to last
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[Verse 2]
Lobbyists write the laws at night
Wars get framed as “necessary fights”
Profit climbs while morals die
Justice wears a corporate tie
Hospitals full, hearts worn thin
They clap for heroes, cut the pay
Count the numbers, skip the cost
Then ask why hope walks away
News gets filtered, lies go gold
Truth’s too dangerous to be sold
Question it, you’re “the threat”
Protest it, you’re the bet
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[Pre-Chorus]
They don’t need chains, don’t need guns
They’ve got the silence of everyone
They count the wins, redraw the lines
Erase the people in between the time
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[Chorus – Lifted]
This is a nation losing its soul
Trading empathy for control
Patriot songs while the cities rot
Freedom’s loud—but justice is not
This is after the breaking news
When survival’s not a choice you choose
Different faces, equal pain
We’re still here—not the same
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[Bridge – Spoken / Half-Time]
Some lost homes.
Some lost names.
Some lost pieces we can’t explain.
They’ll call us “too sensitive,”
Like trauma’s a trend we picked.
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[Final Refrain / Outro]
The news moved on.
We didn’t.
No anthem for the unheard.
No flag for the forgotten.
Just voices cracking through the noise—
Still asking to be human.