Intro – distant wind, low didgeridoo drone, sparse percussion) Concrete creeps where the red earth breathes Glass towers rise over sacred trees Lines on maps redraw the songlines thin Silence grows where the chants have been ⸻ (Verse 1 – steady tribal rhythm, minimal synth pulse) Bulldozers hum like a mourning song Carving through where we once belonged Footprints fade under asphalt rain Old stories buried beneath the plain Elders’ voices drift, unheard Drowned in the noise of a faster world Names of places erased and sold For neon lights and veins of gold ⸻ (Pre-Chorus – tension builds, layered voices, didgeridoo intensifies) Hear the land cry under steel and stone Every echo says: you’re not alone But the city roars, it swallows sound Turns sacred sky to a wired-up ground ⸻ (Chorus – explosive, urgent vocals, full percussion) We are fading in the glare Of a skyline that doesn’t care Dreaming trails torn apart Bit by bit, heart by heart Can you hear what’s disappearing? Ancient voices interfering With the rhythm of the street— Now they’re ghosts beneath your feet ⸻ (Verse 2 – more chaotic rhythm, industrial textures enter) Streetlights flicker where fires once burned Lessons lost that were never learned Children grow with a fractured view Of what was theirs, and what is true Culture traded for concrete dreams Nothing here is the way it seems Painted stories on crumbling walls Echoes trapped in abandoned halls ⸻ (Bridge – stripped back, eerie, almost whispered) (whispers, ambient drone, distant didgeridoo) Who remembers the first song sung? Before the roads and the wires were strung If the land forgets, do we disappear? Or live as shadows lingering here… ⸻ (Break – percussive chaos, vocal chants layered) (chanting, polyrhythmic drums, rising intensity) Taken—forgotten—rewritten—gone Holding the night until the dawn Taken—forgotten—rewritten—gone How do we keep what we stand upon? ⸻ (Final Chorus – maximal, desperate, soaring vocals) We are fading in the glare Of a skyline laid bare Dreaming shattered in the dust Broken lines of what was us Can you feel it slipping through? Everything we thought we knew In the rush to build it higher— We set the roots and past on fire ⸻ (Outro – fading didgeridoo, wind returns, sparse echoes) Still the land hums low and deep Promises it cannot keep If you listen, underneath— There’s a song that grieves… and grieves…