
It's Twenty-One Twenty-Four. The World is One Nation, One State, One Thought, One Mind. Established after the nuclear wars left the old world behind. The State, ever-expanding, clamps down with resolve, Vision locked, grip tightening, until all else dissolves. Music, once a refuge, now a tool for control, All but State songs forbidden, silencing our souls. Enter Echo, her spirit unbound. Her tale of resistance, where freedom is found. World State's grip, tight and tall, Shrinking souls, controlling all, Nuclear fire, paths it paves, Under new rule, darkening days. For we are echoes, whispers of dread, In silence, we march -- the living dead. Beneath the breadth of sapphire skies, The common throng in turmoil lies, Encircling the nuclear wounds of Earth, A generation stands, watching this fascism's birth. An insidious tide of injustice floods the lands, Iron hearted leaders with cold commands, Erecting camps where innocence is unspun, Families sundered by the fall of night's sun.
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