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Three miles down, the pressure is a wall No sunlight here, just the heavy blue They used to come with steel and greed But the ink is dry now... the ink is dry. Out past the lines where the maps go grey The trawlers turned back at the break of day No more ghost nets drifting in the swell No more ringing the deep sea bell I see the scars on the ocean floor Where the drills used to bite, they don't bite no more. The sonarβs quiet, the engineβs dead Weβre reclaiming every word they said Can you hear the tide turning? Can you feel the salt burning? A billion gallons of silent room Weβre building a kingdom inside the gloom No borders in the black, no flags in the deep Just a promise that weβre gonna keep The Blue is ours, the Blue is free. Iβm a king with no crown, just a heart of oil But I refuse to let them strip the soil I won't let the hooks tear the throat of the night Not while I'm still breathing, not without a fight The machines are rusting on the shore They can't touch the dark anymore. Le silence des profondeurs devient une promesse. The giants are waking up. A billion gallons of silent room Weβre building a kingdom inside the gloom No borders in the black, no flags in the deep Just a promise that weβre gonna keep The Blue is ours, the Blue is free. Safe now... Let the water take the weight. Just the blue... just the blue.


