𝓑𝓮𝓮-𝓢𝓲𝓭𝓮 - 𝓢𝓴𝔂 𝓣𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓭 ☁️✨

Verse 1 The air of conviction, heavy in my lungs, Thunder got a gavel and it’s finally swung. Rain on the pavement like a thousand sworn oaths, Every drop a name that the silence once stole. Basements of secrets, boarded-up lies, Predators hiding in tailored disguise. But pressure builds diamonds and shatters the cage, Truth’s been pacing in a storm-fed rage. Pre-Chorus You can chain a body, you can corner a scream, But you can’t outrun what the conscience dreams. Every locked door leaves a splintered stain, And justice remembers every grain. Chorus Hear that thunder roll? That’s the verdict sound. Sky split open, bringing kingdoms down. Rain wash the blood from the courthouse steps, No more debts, no more threats. When the sky testifies, the guilty fall, Lightning writing names on the courtroom wall. For every soul they tried to erase— The storm stands up in their place. Verse 2 Cold-blood currency, flesh turned to trade, Paper crowns built on fear they made. Smiles on the surface, rot underneath, Silver-tongued wolves with diamond teeth. But whispers grew roots in the cracks of the floor, Survivors rising like never before. Ashes don’t beg, they learn how to burn, And fire’s got a long memory when tables turn. Plastic crowns and paper skin, Pretty monsters trafficking sin. Cameras blinking, looking away, Nighttime chewing up the day. But bruises bloom like midnight flowers, Roots push up through marble towers. Every whisper turns to scream, Splinters cracking the machine. Pre-Chorus You can drug the night, you can buy the law, But the weight of truth got iron claws. Every tear kept count in the dark, Now it’s striking matches with a single spark. Chorus Hear that thunder roll? That’s the verdict sound. Sky split open, bringing kingdoms down. Rain wash the shame from the trafficked chains, Breaking rings, exposing names. When the sky testifies, no money can stall, Lightning carving justice for all. For every child they tried to displace— The storm stands up in their place. Bridge No halos here, just battle-worn grace, Breath coming back to a stolen face. Not revenge—just balance restored, Scales steady in the hands of the storm. The hunted don’t whisper anymore, They’re hurricanes knocking at marble doors. Final Chorus (Bigger, Anthemic) Let that thunder roll—let the guilty drown, In the flood of truth tearing empires down. Rain cleanse the earth of the poison trade, No more shadows where children prayed. When the sky testifies, it calls each name, Strips the silk from the snake and the flame. For every life they tried to deface— The storm stands up. The storm stands up. The storm stands up in their place.