Track · Apr 2, 2026 · English

Smoke In The Parliament

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2:57

Language

English

Lyrics

[Intro]

Static on the screen again

Same suit, same practiced grin

Saying it's all fine, "my friend"

But the smell of fear creeps in

[Verse 1]

They counting votes in a backroom fog

Ink on the fingers, blood on the log

Smiles in the press, then the masks come off

I can see the script in the telepromp cough

They sell calm storms in a bottle, cheap

Tell us "go back home, try to get some sleep"

But the numbers don't match what the coffins say

And the cameras cut out when we look their way (yeah)

Gold in the teeth, ash in the lungs

Champagne stains where the papers were hung

Every handshake dripping with a quiet threat

Every promise signed with another man's debt

[Chorus]

I see through the lies you dress in law

Silk on the surface, rust in the jaw

You preach that order while you sharpen claws

We ain't your cattle and we know the cause

I see through the smoke in the parliament hall

Whispers in the hallway, writing on the wall

You built that palace on a graveyard crawl

I see through it all

I see through it all (yeah)

[Verse 2]

Watchdog sleeping with the wolves in charge

Every "sorry" empty as the marble arch

You print new truth on the morning page

By the time we read, you done changed the cage

You call us "kids" when we raise our voice

But you afraid 'cause we see through choice

Ballots shaped like a dead-end road

Every arrow pointing to the same old code

You buy new flags when the old ones burn

Paint fresh saints where the devils turn

But the halo slips when the lights get dim

And the cracks in the glass let the shadows in

[Bridge]

Who counts the votes when the doors all lock?

Who guards the guards at the ticking clock?

Who clips the wires on the hidden mic?

Who judges judges when they strike at night? (yeah)

[Chorus]

I see through the lies you dress in law

Silk on the surface, rust in the jaw

You preach that order while you sharpen claws

We ain't your cattle and we know the cause

I see through the smoke in the parliament hall

Whispers in the hallway, writing on the wall

You built that palace on a graveyard crawl

I see through it all

I see through it all (hey)

Style

rapdark ambient boom-bap with distant choir padsdetuned bellsand a dustyhead-nod groove. male vocalsclose and slightly distortedsit on top of a shadowy sub-bass. verses stay low and menacinghook widens with haunting harmonies and echo on key phrases. sparse risers and reverse swells mark transitionskeeping tension simmering start to finish.dark ambientenglish

Prompt

A song about seeing through the lies of the corrupt government, rap, dark ambient

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GeneratedApr 2, 2026

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