A Courier's Burden (Power, Oh, Power)

Post-Apocalyptic Folk, Alternative Rock, Blues Rock, Southern Gothic, Americana, ‑auto tune, ‑repeating, ‑looping

[Chorus]
Power, oh, power, who holds the reigns?
When the dust settles, who’s left to blame?
Is it freedom they promise or chains they disguise?
In this wasteland, old world problems arise.

[Verse 1]
Rebuilding the old world, they say they’re building peace
Claiming this wasteland, piece by broken piece
They say it’s for freedom, but I see their chains
Every law they pass, bring someone else to pain.
“Patrolling the Mojave almost makes you wish
For a nuclear winter," a thought they nourish.
They call it order, but it’s just a lie
Trading blood for water, leaving others to die.

[Chorus]
Power, oh, power, who holds the reigns?
When the dust settles, who’s left to blame?
Is it freedom they promise or chains they disguise?
In this wasteland, old world problems arise.

[Verse 2]
From the East they come, with iron and flame
Caesar's will is law, and blood is the game
No room for weakness, no room for doubt
Every rebel falls when the Legion comes out.
"Degenerates like you belong on a cross,"
They preach a future, but what's the cost?
Civilization through terror, order by the sword
But beneath the helmets, the wolves keep their horde.

[Chorus]
Power, oh, power, who holds the reigns?
When the dust settles, who’s left to blame?
Is it freedom they promise or chains they disguise?
In this wasteland, old world problems arise.

[Bridge]
War never changes, but we still fight
One side brings law, the other brings night
And I stand in between, a choice I must face
Whose broken kingdom will inherit this place?

[Chorus]
Power, oh, power, who holds the reigns?
When the dust settles, who’s left to blame?
Is it freedom they promise or chains they disguise?
In this wasteland, old world problems arise.

[Outro]
Patrolling the Mojave... nuclear winter's in sight
Or crucified for a dream lost in endless night
I’m just a Courier, but this war’s mine to end
On the old worlds maxims, I cannot depend.

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[Intro] Shot in the head, left for dead In a shallow grave, I bled. But I woke up, having survived the night, With a debt to pay and a wrong to right. The Mojave calls, and I’m caught in the game Power, blood, and war—more of the same. [Chorus] Power, oh, power, who holds the reigns? When the dust settles, who’s left to blame? Is it freedom they promise or chains they disguise? In this wasteland, old world problems arise. [Verse 1] Rebuilding the old world, they say they’re building peace Claiming this wasteland, piece by broken piece They say it’s for freedom, but I see their chains Every law they pass, bring someone else to pain. “Patrolling the Mojave almost makes you wish For a nuclear winter," a thought they nourish. They call it order, but it’s just a lie Trading blood for water, leaving others to die. [Chorus] Power, oh, power, who holds the reigns? When the dust settles, who’s left to blame? Is it freedom they promise or chains they disguise? In this wasteland, old world problems arise. [Verse 2] From the East they come, with iron and flame Caesar's will is law, and blood is the game No room for weakness, no room for doubt Every rebel falls when the Legion comes out. "Degenerates like you belong on a cross," They preach a future, but what's the cost? Civilization through terror, order by the sword But beneath the helmets, the wolves keep their horde. [Chorus] Power, oh, power, who holds the reigns? When the dust settles, who’s left to blame? Is it freedom they promise or chains they disguise? In this wasteland, old world problems arise. [Bridge] War never changes, but we still fight One side brings law, the other brings night And I stand in between, a choice I must face Whose broken kingdom will inherit this place? [Chorus] Power, oh, power, who holds the reigns? When the dust settles, who’s left to blame? Is it freedom they promise or chains they disguise? In this wasteland, old world problems arise. [Outro] Patrolling the Mojave... nuclear winter's in sight Or crucified for a dream lost in endless night I’m just a Courier, but this war’s mine to end On the old worlds maxims, I cannot depend.

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