https://suno.com/playlist/71e5754e-d277-4286-8855-edf529763089 There’s a badge on the street, camera on the wall, Men sells fear from marbled halls. Paper says “free,” but the fine print bites, Truth gets buried in dimmed down lights. People of the world gettin' played, Brothers got silenced for what they said. Flags still wave, but the voices they shake, Freedom in the promised land, it all seems fake. From east to the west, we hear the same refrain, Different type of boots, but they stomp us just the same, Iron hands in velvet gloves, From foreign fields, to inside the land we love. Even here, man can feel the weight, Quiet chains that grasp's even the brave, Whispered fears we’re too scared to name, The mighty apparatus, is the one to blame. The system that drowns us, is the one to blame. Lines get drawn in virgin soil, Young hearts traded for growing old. But a spark still lives out in the night, somewhere, In every living soul that still dares to care. And we care, and we care, All humans, we still care. So sing it low, let it carry on, A quiet fight ‘til the dark is gone' (til the dark is gone)
