[Intro – whispered, like a radio transmission] This ain’t just Maduro… This is the coffin nail… listen close. [Verse 1] From the jungles of the 80s, black birds took flight Gulfstreams with no numbers cut holes in the night Cocaine north, guns south, kids in the hold Same playbook, new cover, same stories retold Langley to Mena, then down to Maturín Maiquetía runways still smell like kerosene Sinaloa, Jalisco, Tren de Aragua too All tentacles, baby, of the same red-white-and-blue They flooded the swing states with tattoos and tears Right on cue, October, just like clockwork fears [Pre-Chorus] Who armed the monsters? Who looked away? Who cashed the checks while the children paid? Forty years of Iran-Contra ghosts Still wearing suits on the Caribbean coast [Chorus] The storm over Caracas, hear the thunder roll Trump shut the sky, now he’s coming for the soul Of the narco pipeline, black-budget vein White hats on the ground, feel the hurricane Servers and tunnels, ledgers in the rain When the lights go out in Langley, they’ll remember the name The storm over Caracas… Everything gets exposed in the flame [Verse 2] Mockingbird media swore it was all a dream But the kids in the tunnels still wake up and scream Color revolutions bought with powder and blood Same rogue battalion that drowned the world in floods They called us crazy, tin-foil on the head Till the Gulfstreams got grounded and the mockingbirds fled “Land operations begin VERY SOON” That’s military speak for harvest under the moon [Chorus] The storm over Caracas, hear the thunder roll Trump shut the sky, now he’s coming for the soul Of the narco pipeline, black-budget vein White hats on the ground, feel the hurricane Servers and tunnels, ledgers in the rain When the lights go out in Langley, they’ll remember the name The storm over Caracas… Everything gets exposed in the flame [Bridge – half-spoken, rising intensity] This ain’t left, this ain’t right This is dark versus light This is forty years of night Finally meeting the edge of the knife From Ollie North to the ghosts of today The beast is cornered, no runway, no way [Final Chorus – full choir of distorted voices] The storm over Caracas! Let the heavens roar No more black flights, no more hidden war Every ledger, every cage, every buried scream Coming up to the surface in a white-hot beam The storm over Caracas… The coffin’s closed, the beast can’t breathe The storm over Caracas… And the truth will set the children free [Outro – single Spanish guitar, fading thunder] Escúchalo venir… Se acabó el juego… La tormenta llegó.
