[intro – explosion of glass, feedback drone, distant chant rising] [verse 1] Nineteen eighty-nine, the fire cracked the Caribbean night. A tank rolled through a city’s chest, and silence learned to scream. The news was written in ash, but we were written in blood. [pre-chorus] The invasion echoes louder, than the bombs they tried to hide. [chorus – siren-vocal swell, desperate, melodic] 1989, the year the sirens sang in fire. 1989, the ghost of freedom dressed in wire. [siren-vocal swell – layered like a chorus of wails] [verse 2] Cartels carved their kingdom, while neighbors learned to run. Domestic terror in the alleys, internal wars beneath the sun. We counted days by broken windows, measured life by shattered glass. [bridge – escalating tension] This is not nostalgia, this is the fracture still alive. This is the anthem of the wounded, that refuse to disappear. [siren-vocal swell – rising like a chant, then breaking into screams] [chorus – extended] 1989, our youth was built on fire lines. 1989, a war inside, a war outside. 1989, no silence will erase our cries. [outro – instruments crash, feedback holds, last vocal whisper] 1989… 1989… [fade to silence]
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