GOD-GIVEN SIGHT [INTRO — DISTANT AIR-RAID SIREN / RADIO STATIC] [CHILD’S VOICE] Oh, say— can you see? [COMMANDER, THROUGH BROKEN RADIO] Eyes front. Don’t look at me. [WAR DRUMS APPROACH] [VERSE 1 — LOW, CONTROLLED] Greed drew the map before blood touched the ground. Bought every silence. Sold every sound. Plotted the hunger. Priced every life. Then pointed at strangers and handed us knives. It never marched with us. Never slept in the rain. Never held the dying. Never carried the blame. It watched from a window, kept its hands clean and white— While swallowing those who followed with an endless blight. [BUILD — SNARE ACCELERATES] Left— right— Teach the blind to lead the blind. Raise the fear. Lower the price. Give them a flag. Give them a fight. [DROP — FULL BAND] Against the will— blindly chasing another fight! Born with a soul, then trained to deny it! They sell us the war, then own what survives it! Give humanity back its God-given sight! [CHANT] SIGHT! [SUB DROP] Give humanity back its God-given sight! [VERSE 2 — HEAVIER] They poisoned the well, then sold us the cure. Made suffering profitable, made hatred secure. Every disaster became something to trade. Every grave dug deeper for the fortune it made. They called it protection. They called it relief. Put a uniform over the teeth of the thief. Then aimed every camera away from the height— So we fought one another while greed chose the site. [WARFRONT RISE] Incoming! Duck your head! Trust the mouth that keeps you fed! Pick a color! Pick a side! Never ask who profits when you die! [DROP — HALF-TIME IMPACT] Against the will— blindly chasing another fight! Dragging the dawn through a man-made night! They sharpen division and call it our right— Give humanity back its God-given sight! [POST-DROP — CROWD CHANT] Who built the weapon? [GREED.] Who chose the aim? [GREED.] Who sold the answer? [GREED.] Who changed the name? [VERSE 3 — SPOKEN OVER MACHINE-GUN SNARE] You keep saying “enemy.” Which one? The father across the border who wants his children fed? The mother under rubble holding dust against her chest? The worker losing everything while numbers climb above? The child taught to fear a child before either learned to love? No. The enemy loves distance. The enemy loves disguise. It wears our finest language while it empties out our eyes. It says, “Protect your freedom.” Then measures what it’s worth. It doesn’t need to conquer us— It owns the fear first. [INSTRUMENTAL FREEFALL — EVERYTHING CUTS EXCEPT HEARTBEAT SUB] [WHISPER] Oh, say— can you see? Or are you seeing what they need? [BRIDGE — EXHAUSTED VOICES / AFTERMATH] We were not born for marching over bodies toward a throne. We were not made for dying so the powerful could own. We were not given vision just to stare where fingers point. We were given eyes to witness. We were given wills to choice. [VOICE CORRECTS ITSELF] To choose. [RISE — CHOIR AGAINST DISTORTION] So open them. Open them. Even if the truth burns white. Open them. Open them. Drag the hidden into light. If the order murders mercy, then the order isn’t right. No more blindly chasing— [DEAD SILENCE] Another. Fucking. Fight. [FINAL DROP — MAXIMUM IMPACT] Against the will— we will not feed another fight! We will not trade our neighbors for the comfort of a lie! Let the war machine go hungry! Let compassion organize! Give humanity back its God-given sight! No manufactured enemy! No profitable divide! No more burying the truth beneath a patriotic lie! If freedom has a meaning, let it live behind our eyes! Give humanity back— [CHOIR] GIVE HUMANITY BACK— [ALL] ITS GOD-GIVEN SIGHT! [BREAKDOWN — SLOWING WAR DRUM] Greed drew the map. Fear gave the order. Blindness marched. Humanity paid. [FINAL HEARTBEAT] Open your eyes— before another child inherits the fight.
