[Spoken Intro] Square pegs. Round holes. One flag— never one story. [Verse 1] They sell a monolith, polished and pristine, Black suits, fast trains, spotless machines. 「くうきを よめ」—stay quiet, stay small, But a square peg never made peace with a wall. Forty-six shadows left a cut in the frame, Some call it honor, some carry the blame. Ink in the courtroom, truth on trial— A voice gets buried, then returns from exile. 「しょうがない」—that’s the old guard’s code, Shrug at the weight while the young bear the load. But the past ain’t past—it breathes underground; Every nail remembers when the hammer comes down. Old ghosts speak through the heart of the crowd, What they couldn’t say, we’re saying out loud. One nation ain’t one face, one faith, one sound— Hit us with the hammer; we still come around. （また たちあがる） [Hook] Read the air, keep the peace, protect the わ, そんたく in the hallway—never say what you saw. Still the nail rises when the hammer comes down— （かなづちが おりても） Japanese rebels—hear the underground sound. はんぎゃくしゃ？ はんこうしゃ？ Who gets to decide? One land, many truths they can’t bury inside. No monolith can hold every voice in town— Japanese rebels—we don’t stay hammered down. [Verse 2] とうごう けん stepped forward, name in the light, Took shame from the shadows and carried it bright. Ran for the Diet while the doors stayed closed— You can bury the seed, but the truth still grows. たかぎ さや asked who defines the crime, Who draws that border—and who’s doing time? ろくでなしこ made taboo into art, Turned the body to canvas, the silence to spark. Twenty-three days couldn’t smother that flame, いとう しおり gave the darkness a name. When the cameras looked past, she carried the fight— Truth can walk wounded and still walk upright. From しまばら fires to the あんぽ crowds, Lost causes leave maps; old chants stay loud. Now doubt in the kitchen turns a roar downtown— Every private whisper wants a public sound. （まえを むく） [Bridge – Half-Time, Call and Response] すべての はんこうしゃが ただしい わけじゃない。 Not every rebel walks a righteous line. すべての たたかいが きれいな わけじゃない。 Not every battle keeps its hands clean. ひびから ひかりが さすこともある。 Light slips in through the cracks in the wall. ひびから やみが しのびこむこともある。 Darkness comes through those same cracks after all. なまえだけを あがめるな。 Don’t praise the name—remember the cost. だれが だいしょうを はらった？ Who paid the price? Who carried the loss? かなづちが おちるとき、 When the hammer falls, hear the hard truth sound— れきしは すべてを おぼえてる。 History remembers who was hammered down. [Final Hook] Read the air, keep the peace, protect the わ, そんたく in the hallway—now we’re naming what we saw. Still the nail rises when the hammer comes down— （かなづちが おりても） Japanese rebels—shake the underground. はんぎゃくしゃ？ はんこうしゃ？ Who gets to decide? One land, many truths they can’t bury inside. No monolith can drown every voice in town— Japanese rebels—we don’t stay hammered down. （なんどでも たちあがる） [Whispered Outro] ひとつの くに。 たくさんの こえ。 Still rising.
