[Verse 1] Behind the gilded doors, the hungry wait in line A child counts coins for bread beneath a courthouse sign The papers call it progress; the river runs black While those who took the profit never have to look back [Pre-Chorus] Who writes the rules? Who owns the scale? Who gets a pardon when the poor are jailed? [Chorus] This world is tilted, built to bruise Some choose the rules, some pay the dues But every locked door, every stolen right Will meet the voices rising through the night We will name the wound, we will mark the cost No one is free while one is lost [Verse 2] A mother keeps a photograph beside an empty chair A worker gives the best years, then finds no future there They draw a line through neighborhoods and call the border fate Then ask the ones they left outside why they arrive too late [Pre-Chorus] Who counts the lives? Who calls it fair? Who turns away and says there's nothing there? [Chorus] This world is tilted, built to bruise Some choose the rules, some pay the dues But every locked door, every stolen right Will meet the voices rising through the night We will name the wound, we will mark the cost No one is free while one is lost [Bridge] Not charity in place of justice Not silence dressed as peace Let every witness keep their name Let every chain release The hands that build can break the pattern The silenced can be heard A promise means nothing till it changes The balance of the world [Final Chorus] This world is tilted; we can choose To stand with those denied their due For every locked door, every stolen right We raise our voices, shoulder to shoulder, bright We name the wound, we face the cost No one is free while one is lost [Outro] No one is free While one is lost
