[Intro: wind through trees, distant rotor, plucked strings 🌳] [Verse 1: Desert Folk] We planted iron seeds In soil we never learned to name. We watered them with promises And fenced them round with blame. We left before the harvest, Declared the garden free. Then acted shocked when bitter fruit Appeared upon the tree. [Chorus: Psychedelic Rock] Every bomb becomes a memory. Every memory finds a child. Every child may learn the language Of the thunder in the sky. You can win the field by morning. You can own the map by noon. But blowback keeps a calendar And does not arrive too soon. [Verse 2: Trip-Hop, fractured radio voices 📻] We armed tomorrow’s enemy To fight today’s old friend. We called the bargain temporary. The weapons missed the end. Each intervention drew a line. Each line produced a side. We built a maze of consequences, Then bombed the ones inside. [Genre Shift: Post-Hardcore ⚡] CAUSE! EFFECT! FORGET! REPEAT! MAKE AN ENEMY, THEN CLAIM DEFEAT! Every orphan keeps the record. Every ruin knows the date. History does not lose the address Where we mailed another hate. [Bridge: quiet cello] This does not excuse the killer. Pain does not make murder right. But wisdom studies origins Before returning fire at night. Security needs memory. Justice must examine cause. Otherwise, revenge puts medals On an endless chain of loss. [Final Chorus: choir and rising strings 🕊️] Every peace becomes a memory. Every memory guides a child. Plant a treaty in the wreckage. Let another orchard rise. You cannot change the harvest While repeating what you sow. Blowback is tomorrow asking What we did not want to know. [Outro: shovel entering soil] Choose the seed.
