Intro (Qanun cascades enter: shimmering, hypnotic) (808 bass begins to pulse like machinery) Beneath the sand, ancient sunlight sleeps Verse 1 They say we're blessed They say we're cursed The liquid beneath our feet Was forests first Millions of years compressed to black We pump it up, they take it back The price goes up, the people starve While foreign hands redraw the maps and carve Chorus Black gold flows Red hands know What the earth gives The powerful own Black gold flows The pattern shows Blessed by the ground Cursed by the throne Verse 2 The refineries burn all night The children have no water, no light We sit on oceans of ancient life But cannot eat, cannot survive The pipelines cross our burial grounds The contracts signed without a sound Democracy in name alone When oil decides who sits the throne Pre-Chorus (Qanun intensifies, news samples fade in/out) Who owns the earth beneath our feet? Who profits when we cannot eat? Who writes the terms, who sets the price? Who pays in blood while they pay twice? Chorus Black gold flows Red hands know What the earth gives They overthrow Black gold flows The story goes Venezuela, Iraq, Iran— The pattern shows Bridge (Minimal: just Qanun cascades and bass) Dinosaurs became our doom Ancient forests in our tomb The sun from a million years ago Now fuels the wars we cannot know (Oil refinery sounds, machinery, building intensity) Sanctions they call it Liberation they claim But the oil keeps flowing And we take the blame They say we're corrupt They say we failed But they're the ones Who set the scales Verse 3 The lake of pitch, the blessing, the curse Every drop makes it worse We could have been farmers We could have been free But oil runs deeper Than the roots of a tree And empires need fuel More than we need to breathe Final Chorus (Full psychedelic intensity, Qanun soaring) Black gold flows Everyone knows The nations that drill Are the first to fall Black gold flows History shows Nigeria, Libya, Saudi, Kuwait— The oil owns us all Black gold flows Red hands close Around our throats While the crude still flows Outro (Qanun dissolving into industrial sounds and wind) The earth gave us sunlight Compressed into black We pull it from the ground But we can't put it back Beneath the sand The ancient forest dreams Of when it was alive Before it became our screams Black gold Red hands The desert remembers What was never meant to be ours (Fade: machinery sounds, Qanun echoes, the pulse continues)
