[Intro] [Oud solo - melancholic melody in 6/8 time, Am - G - C - F] (Breakfast static... another child's face in the feed) [Verse 1] [Acoustic guitar joins - quiet strumming, Am - G - C - F] The scroll begins before the coffee cools A genocide between the morning news And work emails, a comfortable routine Ignoring screams behind the screen [Chorus] [Drums enter - slow, heavy beat, distorted guitar chords begin, Am - G - C - F] We saw it all, we did nothing Our silence screams, our comfort stings The blood is there, on our clean hands Apathy wins, in foreign lands [Verse 2] [Tempo slightly increases, more distortion on guitars, Am - G - C - F] 'What can I do?' the tired excuse we claim 'It's complicated,' deflect the blame 'Both sides are wrong,' a moral alibi As children die, we simply sigh [Chorus] [Drums become more intense, guitar chords heavier, Am - G - C - F] We saw it all, we did nothing Our silence screams, our comfort stings The blood is there, on our clean hands Apathy wins, in foreign lands [Bridge] [Spoken word - quiet, desperate] (Boycott the brands, pressure the state, divest the funds, before it's too late. March in the streets, amplify the cries, open your hearts, before your soul dies.) [Verse 3] [Tempo increases further, dissonant strings added, Am - G - C - F] Our pension funds, investing in the war Our taxes fuel the endless score Of suffering etched on every screen A waking nightmare, ever keen [Chorus] [Full band - crushing heaviness, chaotic and intense, Am - G - C - F] We saw it all, we did nothing Our silence screams, our comfort stings The blood is there, on our clean hands Apathy wins, in foreign lands [Outro] [Music fades out slowly, leaving only the distorted guitar feedback and the faint sound of an oud]
