Smoke over Eden

[Intro] [deep roots bass, distant thunder, dusty vinyl crackle] Smoke over Eden… And everybody acts like this is normal now. [Verse 1] Little child staring at a war through a shattered phone screen Learning fear before love, before knowing what peace means Mama on her knees beside unpaid electricity Still thanking God somehow… for keeping food enough to eat Outside, the city glows But nobody really sees Too many souls online Too few humans breathing deep People trade their honesty for attention and applause Build a perfect-looking life while collapsing behind walls And the rich don’t pray no more They invest in their control But a kingdom built on ego is the poorest kind of soul [Pre-Hook] Still… Some hearts haven’t turned to stone Some still cry when strangers hurt Some still bow their heads at night like heaven hasn’t left the earth [Hook] Smoke over Eden… Still the poor kneel down and pray With cracked hands and tired voices begging light to find a way Smoke over Eden… While the powerful sleep One cries barefoot on concrete one drowns in silk sheets [Verse 2] Young girl losing pieces of herself inside a mirror Trying to become “enough” for a world that doesn’t hear her Fathers walking silently with pressure in their chest Mothers breaking slowly while pretending they’re not stressed Children numb at thirteen Hearts closed by twenty-one Everybody chasing something Nobody knows what they run from And maybe money buys comfort Maybe power buys fame But neither one can hold you when your spirit goes insane Cause I seen broken people glowing with almost nothing left And I seen wealthy men surrounded still emotionally dead [Bridge] Tell me… What’s the point of owning everything if your soul can’t feel wonder anymore? What’s the point of all that gold if you forgot what tears are for? Maybe heaven feels furthest away when people stop needing each other. [Final Hook] Smoke over Eden… And the poor still softly pray While the world keeps building towers that time will wash away Smoke over Eden… Still some hearts refuse to die Cause the last real form of wealth is a soul that still can cry [outro dub echoes] Still can cry… Still can cry… Smoke over Eden…