“No Alarms”

The sky turned red in a silent town,
But no sirens sang, no warnings sounded down.
In paradise, the flames just came,
No time to run, no one to blame.

Kids were sleeping, doors were locked,
Mothers prayed as the power dropped.
And Lahaina burned while the ocean cried,
But the people ask why weren’t we warned in time?

No alarms, just ashes in the breeze,
No rescue ride, no “go ahead and leave.”
And the headlines say it’s nature’s plan,
But the winds whisper louder — this was man.
No alarms… no alarms again. 🎵


Up in LA, the hills would glow,
Like matches lit with nowhere to go.
The stars watched on from their distant gates,
While the poor packed bags and sealed their fate.

The rain poured down in an August flood,
And the sewers rose with poisoned blood.
Some said “storms,” some said “seeds,”
And some said God, but no one leads.

No alarms, just footage on the phone,
No one left to answer when you’re all alone.
The governors grin, the truth gets bent,
And money moves where the people went.
No alarms… no alarms again. 

Clouds don’t cry unless someone calls,
Some say planes paint the sky before the falls.
Fire to clear, floods to cleanse,
Build it back better where the poor can’t rent.

Whole towns wiped like a glitch in the game,
And survivors ask while they dig through flame:
“Was it nature’s wrath or a human plan?”
And they bury the dead with a trembling hand.


From Turkey’s quake to East Palestine,
They poison the water, but the news stays clean.
In Texas heat, in Cali’s drought,
We whisper questions we’re not allowed.

And somehow always, it’s too late,
Too little aid, too much debate.
While lobby men and leaders lie,
The real ones grieve, and wonder why.

No alarms, just sirens in the soul,
Just quiet towns turned black and cold.
And they’ll blame the wind, and blame the rain,
But never the hands behind the flame.
No alarms… no alarms again. 


So next time skies go still and strange,
And something shifts in the mountain range…
Just listen close when the silence starts…
‘Cause maybe the loudest sound…
Is a government’s heart.

Sad, haunting, ukulele, metal, nu metal, alternative rock, story telling., punk, pop punk, emo