[intro] [Verse 1 – whispered, haunting] Shadows crawling through the streets, Voices muted, promises obsolete. Orders echo in gilded halls, Freedom whispers, then it falls. [Pre-Chorus – murmured, eerie] Red, white, and fading blue, History bends, rewritten for a few. The clock ticks backward, unseen, In the land of the brave, a silent scream. [Chorus – deep, husky, almost chanting] Watch the towers crumble, brick by brick, Democracy trembling, the clock runs thick. A nation’s mirror cracks in fear, The ghosts of power drawing near. [Verse 2 – glitchy rhythm, muttered] Speeches dripping like static rain, Truth dissolves in the endless strain. Marching orders, unseen hands, Chains of silence tighten on the lands. [Bridge – ambient, ethereal, echoing] Whispers in the static, warnings in the air, Futures stolen, justice stripped bare. A carousel of shadows spins again, The wheel of power, for the chosen men. [Chorus – repeated, more intense] Watch the towers crumble, brick by brick, Democracy trembling, the clock runs thick. A nation’s mirror cracks in fear, The ghosts of power drawing near. [Outro – hushed, fading] And we speak, in echoes and in sighs, Of fallen truths beneath these iron skies. A whispered prayer for what might remain, In the chaos of a world gone insane.
