1976/2026 (Trust is a must mix)

[Verse 1] Every kid grows up with a flag in hand Shouting at the ghosts that raised this land Granddad came home with a stranger’s name Left his blood in dirt, never asked for fame [Chorus] Seventy–six in twenty–twenty–six Every new wave starts the same old fix We light our fires just to feel alive But there’s nothing left to fight for, just a need to survive Seventy–six in twenty–twenty–six We keep on staging brand–new conflicts When the ones before us bled and bore the load We’re just screaming at the mirror on a crowded road [Verse 2] Forty–six they came back, silent eyes Built a quiet peace under wounded skies Never took the stage, never claimed their due Now their sons and daughters want a different view [Chorus] Seventy–six in twenty–twenty–six Every new wave starts the same old fix We light our fires just to feel alive But there’s nothing left to fight for, just a need to survive Seventy–six in twenty–twenty–six We keep on staging brand–new conflicts When the ones before us bled and bore the load We’re just screaming at the mirror on a crowded road [Bridge] Boys in eyeliner, feathered hair back then Now it’s painted nails on modern men Women searching deep for a truer name Writing on the walls, but the rights are the same [Verse 3] Crowds in the streets, they’re chanting loud Holding up signs, want to move the crowd Protesting wars they will never see While other men die so that kids stay free [Chorus] Seventy–six in twenty–twenty–six Every new wave starts the same old fix We light our fires just to feel alive But there’s nothing left to fight for, just a need to survive Seventy–six in twenty–twenty–six We keep on staging brand–new conflicts When the ones before us bled and bore the load We’re just screaming at the mirror on a crowded road [Verse 4] Fathers and grandfathers carried guns Fought for someone’s daughter, someone’s sons Never got a stage, never wrote their song But they slept at night knowing they were strong [Chorus] Seventy–six in twenty–twenty–six Every new wave starts the same old fix We light our fires just to feel alive But there’s nothing left to fight for, just a need to survive Seventy–six in twenty–twenty–six We keep on staging brand–new conflicts Maybe all this shouting’s just a borrowed pain From the ones who paid the price so we’d feel the same [Outro] Every generation wants a war to win But the greatest revolution starts within When we lay down pride, let the echoes fade And stop rewriting battles that were long repaid.