Kashmir - Racist American World

An intense Progressive thrash metal track erupting with high-speed, tremolo-picked riffs layered over chugging, palm-muted rhythms, Thunderous double bass drumming and sharp snare accents drive the chaos, while distorted bass lines add weight and grit, Harsh, urgent male vocals deliver apocalyptic imagery, framed by sudden time signature shifts and jagged rhythmic breaks, Extended instrumental passages weave in harmonized leads and dissonant chord stabs, keeping tension high until the abrupt, crushing finale

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[Verse 1] The walls we built are paper-thin but strong enough to blind our sight, Dividing lines drawn deep in blood, each name etched with relentless spite. A fractured world reflects the shards of egos steeped in hate and pride, The truth dissolves in echo chambers, where no dissent can survive. [Pre-Chorus 1] You don't like where we're going, But the seeds are already sown. [Chorus 1] What will we look like in a Racist American world? When the flags of freedom crumble, and chaos is unfurled. Trading reason for allegiance to the loudest voice in the room, Will we wake to find ourselves architects of our doom? [Verse 2] We burn the books that dared to question, silence those who speak their mind, Blindfolds tightened with our own hands, truth abandoned, justice blind. The soul of liberty, once ablaze, now flickers under ashen skies, While we barter integrity for power cloaked in comforting lies. [Pre-Chorus 2] You don't like where we're going, But the cracks are clearly showing. [Chorus 2] What will we look like in a Racist American world? When the flags of freedom crumble, and chaos is unfurled. Trading reason for allegiance to the loudest voice in the room, Will we wake to find ourselves architects of our doom? [Pre-Chorus 3] You won't like what's coming next! The weight of the world won't forget. [Chorus 3] What will we look like in a Racist American world? When the flags of freedom crumble, and chaos is unfurled. Trading reason for allegiance to the loudest voice in the room, Will we wake to find ourselves architects of our doom? Will we wake to find ourselves architects of our doom? [End]

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