Ashes of the Gallery

rap, Dark, slow-burning hip-hop with sparse piano and sub-heavy drums, Male vocals, close-mic’d and intimate in the verses, opening into wide, layered doubles on the hook, Distorted bass swells and distant choir pads creep in by the second chorus, with glitchy percussion fills and a final drop to just vocal and piano for the outro, hip hop

[Verse 1] What if we torch every canvas Melt down the bronze and the gold Scratch every name off the marble Shut every story we’re told What if we flood every notebook Ink bleeding out on the floor Snap every brush in the middle Bolt every museum door [Chorus] What if we burn all art Who teaches us how to feel Who stitches a broken heart Who tells us what’s fake or real If every voice falls apart Who’s left to say we were here What if we burn all art All we’ll be left with is fear [Verse 2] What if we gut every rhythm Silence the drums and the chants Cut every cipher to nothing Dead microphones in our hands What if the kids stop drawing Stop scribbling fire on the wall Who shows a mirror to power Who shouts “you’re about to fall”? [Chorus] [Bridge] They tried that once, remember Bonfires built from books Frames thrown into the furnace Paint catching under hooks But charcoal still draws faces Graffiti still finds stone You can burn down every palace You can’t burn what we’ve known [Chorus]

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