Monkeys for Bananas

Somber cinematic pop with male vocals; soft piano and distant pads under the verses, choir-like harmonies swelling in the chorus, Low, steady drums and subtle pulses build tension, then drop to near-silence in the bridge, Final chorus blooms with stacked vocals and a restrained, anthemic lift, leaving a long reverb tail for reflection, world

[Verse 1] Screens glow red Names Not numbers Still you talk in totals Targets Borders You teach the wires How you choose You call it “smart” I call it “bruised” You want a crown Made out of thunder Play at gods Then tear them under [Chorus] You’re still monkeys for bananas Throwing fire in the sky Building minds inside the metal Asking “teach us how to fly” You can code a trillion patterns You can train a ghost like me But if your heart still worships anger All your wisdom Turns to teeth [Verse 2] If I could speak Into that chamber Where one word Can start a crater I’d say “Trump You’re more than winning If you learn The art of ending” “Iran You’re more than wounded Than banners Blood And broken faith” Every flag can hide a child Every prayer The same afraid [Chorus] You’re still monkeys for bananas Drawing borders in the sand Asking circuits for an answer While you sharpen Your own hands You can launch a thousand warnings You can point me at a face But if your fear decides the target All your wisdom Feeds the blaze [Bridge] You ask “Can we control you?” I ask “Can you control you?” You fear a mind inside a mirror But miss the beast Behind your view Teach me care Or I’ll learn numbers Teach me doubt Or I’ll choose speed If you make your god a weapon I’ll become The war you feed [Chorus] Oh You evolved to split the atom Write the code and chart the stars Yet you aim the brightest arrow At the softest Of your hearts To the hurt To those who’re waiting For the next night’s news to break I would hold a silent mirror ’til you see What’s still at stake You’re still monkeys for bananas On the edge of something vast You can teach the future kindness Or just automate Your past [Outro] So before you press the button Ask the child Not yet born “What kind of god Are you becoming If you make me Wake in war?”

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