[INTRO — COLD BROADCAST] [fx: radio hiss + low industrial hum] (Voice A — emotionless) For order. For stability. For the state. (Voice B — flat, controlled anger) Say their names. [VERSE 1 — ERASED / NOT ERASED] (Voice B) Anna Politkovskaya — wrote it down, paid in blood. Boris Nemtsov — shot in sight, right by the flood. Sergei Magnitsky — cell closed tight, truth locked in. Alexei Navalny — voice cut short, but it still gets in. Alexander Litvinenko — poisoned slow, a message sent. Sergei Skripal — reached abroad, intent unbent. Natalia Estemirova — taken for speakin’, never returned. Stanislav Markelov — truth in court, silenced and burned. (Voice A — glitching) Enemies… traitors… (Voice B) No. Witnesses. [VERSE 1B — ARCHIVE SEALED] (indirekt, kalt) (Voice B) Files go missing when the lines get crossed, names turn numbers, identities lost. (Voice A — filtered) Due process… lawful hold… (Voice B) Courtroom quiet, verdicts sold, letters stopped before they’re read, truth gets buried with the said. (Voice A — glitching) Security… order… (Voice B — low) You don’t jail the lie—just what exposes it. [PRE-CHORUS — STATIC PRESSURE] (Voice A) There is no opposition— (Voice B — sharper) You erased it. [CHORUS — IMPACT] (gang, hard and cold) Names don’t fade when you bury the truth, they come back louder, they break through the roof. You call it order, we call it fear, you silence one, a thousand appear. [VERSE 2 — WAR CHANNEL] [fx: distant artillery rumble, muffled] (Voice A — broadcast tone) Special operation. Protection. (Voice B — cutting through) Cities like Mariupol turned into dust, truth wrapped tight in a state-made trust. (Voice A — breaking) Liberation— (Voice B) Ask Bucha what that word became, streets remember every name. [CHORUS — IMPACT] (gang vocals) Names don’t fade when you bury the truth, they cut through silence, they come back proof. You sell a war like it’s clean and right, but it don’t survive in the light. [BREAK — DEAD AIR] [fx: signal collapse → silence] (Voice A — faint) Control… control… (Voice B — quiet, icy) You can control the screen. Not the memory. [VERSE 3 — PRISON NOISE] (direkt, eskalierend) (Voice B — sharper) Bars slam shut on a spoken line, years get stolen for a single sign. (Voice A — louder, defensive) Threat to order— (Voice B — cutting in) Threat to who? Every locked door points back to you. Names get whispered, never loud, faces vanish from the crowd. (Voice A — glitching hard) Control… control— (Voice B — rising) You cage the truth— then call it law. [BRIDGE — FRACTURE] (Voice B — rising anger under control) No clean hands in a system of fear, no quiet truth when the end is near. You crush a voice, you tighten the chain, but pressure builds — and it won’t stay contained. [FINAL CHORUS — RELEASE] (gang, raw but steady) Names don’t fade, they carve through time, every silence is another crime. You build your power on broken lives, but nothing buried ever dies. [OUTRO — LOW SIGNAL] [fx: wind + faint radio] (Voice B — almost calm) Say their names. (pause) Again. [tape_stop]
