Moving Train

[Intro: Fast down-strummed fuzz guitar, stick clicks, military count-in] [Instrumental only] [Verse 1] Short speeches. Long shadows. Maps sold cheap to loudmouths. Buy the land. Brand the lie. Call it strength, watch it die. Big men, borrowed bravado, Red hats, red lines, red shadows. Talk of deals, talk of fate, Never count the bodies’ weight. [Chorus, explosive and raw] No flag’s clean when children bleed, No cloth can cover cruelty. Paint it proud, paint it tall— No flag can hide the shame at all. This train’s moving, pick your side, You don’t stand still, you just decide. No neutral ground, no in-between, You’re on the train—or under its wheels. [Verse 2] History’s not marble men, It’s broken laws and “never again.” Kitchen tables. Strike-line songs. Quiet courage proves them wrong. They say, “Wait.” We say, “Why?” Justice delayed is justice denied. If silence sides with power and pain, Then silence pulls the driving chain. [Instrumental break: Gang-shout rhythm, muted strings, industrial stomps, turning into experimental raw art rock guitar solo] [Chorus] No flag’s clean when children bleed, No anthem absolves the deed. Wave it high, watch it fall— No flag can hide the shame at all. This train’s moving, steel and speed, It runs on fear or runs on need. No neutral ground, no neutral scene, You move with it—or grease the machine. [Bridge] [Instrumental build: Faster strums, shouted backing vocals] Hope’s not a feeling, hope’s the fight, Hope gets bloody on sleepless nights. Not “someday,” not “someone else,” Change won’t come by shelving yourself. If injustice picks the track, And power rides in first-class black, You don’t watch it roll on by— You pull the brake. You draw the line. [Chorus] No flag’s clean when children bleed, No border blesses what we’ve seen. Say it loud. Say it plain. No flag can wash away the stain. This train’s moving—hear the scream, Neutral’s just a softer scheme. No neutral ground, no moral screen, You’re on the train—or fueling the machine. [Synth glitches and gliding screaming guitars] [Chorus] No flag. No lie. No disguise. No holy words for open eyes. No neutral ground. No “not my lane.” This train is moving—choose again. [Outro: Sudden stop, single guitar hit] No neutral ground. [end]