[singer A] Intro (slow, spoken): Flicker of a screen in a room with no name, The newsman fades and a general speaks, His oath heavier than the order he’s been given. Somewhere a clock stops. Verse 1 This is the broadcast, Faded and thin, This is the broadcast, Where the cracks begin. Of their unholy plans, The end of every command, The end, no shelter or disguise, The end, no salute to empty lies. [transition] [singer B] Pre-Chorus Can you see what’s coming here? A map of smoke and fear, Desperate voices holding on, In a desperate dawn. Chorus There’s danger in the center of town, The streets are lined with shadows now. Orders fall like paper ash, A leader tests the nation’s crash. Verse 2 Lost in a republic built of pain, All the channels sound the same, Children scrolling, eyes insane, Waiting for the summer rain. There’s a march they want through our streets, But the soldiers whisper “we won’t meet”. Behind the flag, a phantom hand, Stirs a war inside the land. [transition] [singer A] Bridge (slow, spoken): “Father?” “Yes, son?” “What if we’re pawns in his plan?” “Mother… I don’t want to fight my brother again.” Verse 3 Rust on the door, the latch undone, A general stands when the day’s begun. He turns his back on the marching drums, The screen cuts out, but the echo hums. They say in wartime votes won’t count, Is this a hill or a poisoned mount? Freedom cracks when the broadcast bends, No one knows where this road ends. [transition] [singer B] Final Chorus (slow): There’s danger in the center of town, The streets are lined with shadows now. If chaos is a chosen plan, Who will be the last to stand? Outro (whisper): This is the broadcast, My only friend — the broadcast, The end of laughter, the end of disguise, The end of nights we tried to survive.
