Lyrics: DMc in collaboration with Claude AI Music: DMc: Ableton with Impact LX 25+ Vocal: DMc --------------------------------------------- We built our towers on borrowed time built our towers high, then forgot the climb. Every mark stays in the ground now man is making, it give way. The rivers run dry, the ground runs red we've lost count of all our dead smoke covers the water, and dried up fields praying for that dried up land to yield. Can you hear it, can you feel it? Hairline cracks beneath earths floor Can you feel it, can you smell it as humanity cries, whats next? Is this the collapse, slow but loud? Dust in the air, and screams from crowds we are the weather, we cause the storm we stand in our ruins, we were warned. What's left as the lights go down? What's left as karma comes around? Verse 2 Our footprints deeper than we ever knew only dust resides where the green grass grew We sold our world for bright and new now cry for peace, as tensions stew. I've seen hands reach down in broken streets try to lift strangers to their feet lets plant new seeds amongst the cracks, strive to bring the old world back. Where Mississippi meets Ohio, ancient waters intertwine, Little Egypt holds her secrets underneath the river line. When the northern fields went hungry, they came south to find the grain, Like Jacob journeying to Egypt, seeking harvest through the famine and the pain. Cairo rose beside the waters where the mighty currents cross, Built on trade, on blood, on struggle, on the stories of the lost. But when the old foundations tremble and the buried truths unfold, Little Egypt doesn’t disappear—she reveals what made her whole. Can you hear it, can you feel it? Something rising from the floor an you feel it, can you hear it? Our world, we need to restore it. We watch as a man gets beaten in the the street. We don’t intervene , just record, bc it doesnt have anything to do with me. May not be us right now , but could be us next time in the street. It was somebody’s father, brother, husband, or maybe Hes a mother’s only son. Afraid to let them go out with friends bc ghe may not make it back home! Is this the collapse, it might be the end? There's death in the air take a hand let's not dare we caused this weather, we must fight the storm or the lights will go down as karma comes around. Failing is how we learn to stand we must take the upper hand the old world will break, let us stop start again, reclaim what's ours. It will be the collapse, a remembered spark now in the dark stop now, stop now create our new start stop now, stop now create our new start.
