Call their names

[INTRO — COLD BROADCAST] [fx: radio hiss + low industrial hum + piano] (Voice A — emotionless) For order. For stability. For the state. (Voice B — flat, controlled anger) Say their names. --- [VERSE 1 — ERASED / NOT ERASED] (Voice B) Anna Politkovskaya — wrote it down, paid in blood. Boris Nemtsov — shot in sight, right by the flood. Sergei Magnitsky — cell closed tight, truth locked in. Alexei Navalny — voice cut short, but it still gets in. Alexander Litvinenko — poisoned slow, a message sent. Sergei Skripal — reached abroad, intent unbent. Natalia Estemirova — taken for speakin’, never returned. Stanislav Markelov — truth in court, case adjourned. (Voice A — glitching) Enemies… traitors… (Voice B) No. Witnesses. --- [VERSE 1B — ARCHIVE SEALED] (indirekt, kalt) (Voice B) Files go missing when the lines get crossed, names turn numbers, identities lost. (Voice A — filtered) Due process… lawful hold… (Voice B) Courtroom quiet, verdicts priced before they’re told, letters stopped before they’re read, truth gets filed under “never said”. (Voice A — glitching) Security… order… (Voice B — low) You don’t jail the lie—just what exposes it. --- [PRE-CHORUS — STATIC PRESSURE] (Voice A) There is no opposition— (Voice B — sharper) You erased it. --- [CHORUS — IMPACT] (gang, hard and cold) Names don’t fade — they outlive what you bury, they come back louder, they don’t stay buried. You call it order, we call it fear, you silence one, a thousand appear. --- [VERSE 2 — WAR CHANNEL] [fx: distant artillery rumble, muffled] (Voice A — broadcast tone) Special operation. Protection. (Voice B — cutting through) Cities reduced to maps that don’t match the ground, truth wrapped tight where it won’t be found. (Voice A — breaking) Liberation— (Voice B) Ask the streets what that word became, they don’t forget — they keep the names. --- [CHORUS — IMPACT] (gang vocals) Names don’t fade — they outlive what you bury, they cut through silence, they don’t stay buried. You sell a war like it’s clean and right, but it doesn’t survive in the light. --- [BREAK — DEAD AIR] [fx: signal collapse → silence] (Voice A — faint) Control… control… (Voice B — quiet, icy) You can control the screen. Not the memory. --- [VERSE 3 — PRISON NOISE] (direkt, eskalierend) (Voice B — sharper) Bars slam shut on a spoken line, years get stolen for a single sign. (Voice A — louder, defensive) Threat to order— (Voice B — cutting in) Threat to who? Every locked door points back to you. Names get whispered, never loud, faces vanish from the crowd. (Voice A — glitching hard) Control… control— (Voice B — rising) You cage the truth— then process it as law. --- [BRIDGE — FRACTURE] (Voice B — rising anger under control) No clean hands in a system of fear, no quiet truth when the end is near. You crush a voice, you tighten the chain, but pressure builds — and it won’t stay contained. Memory doesn’t need permission. --- [FINAL CHORUS — RELEASE] (gang, raw but steady) Names don’t fade, they carve through time, every silence is another crime. You build your power on broken lives, but nothing buried ever dies. [OUTRO — LOW SIGNAL (FINAL)] [fx: wind + faint radio + low distant hum] [slight tape wobble] (Voice B — almost calm, close mic) Say their names. (long pause — 2–3 sec, room tone audible) (Voice B — softer, almost to self) …again. (longer pause — tension stretches) (Voice B — fragmented, distant focus) Not all of them made the list. (pause) Some don’t have names left. (pause) Some are numbers. Some are lines in stone. Some are nothing at all. [fx: wind slightly rises, like over an open field] (Voice B — barely there) Still there. (beat — absolute silence) (Voice B — first shift, quiet but intentional) Call them. (short pause) (Voice B — clearer, firmer) Call their names. [fx: distant murmur begins — indistinct voices, like memory bleeding through] (Voice B — steady, no anger, just certainty) Call them back. (half-beat silence) [GANG — very distant, like from outside / the street] CALL THEIR NAMES! [fx: sharp feedback burst] [everything cuts instantly] [tape_stop]