Orders From Above (Axiom J x Thunder DJ AI)

(…static…) Yeah… Orders from above… They don’t hear the screams… They send orders from above, we bleed below Lines on a map but they don’t really know Mothers cry while the sirens blow Another life that they’ll never show We just numbers in a war they design Broken homes on the frontline They don’t fight, they just sign While we’re dying in real time Pen to the paper, they declare it like it’s nothing Suit and a tie while the bombs keep coming Talking ‘bout peace with a hand on a trigger Feeding the fire just to make it bigger Kid in the rubble with a tear in his face Looking at the sky like “God, is this a test?” No answer back, just the sound of drones Another broken family, another set of bones I write it down but it’s hard to explain How a war starts just to profit from pain They don’t see blood when they look at a chart Just numbers going up, never see the heart Tell me who decides who lives, who dies From a safe room full of suits and ties If justice blind, then why can it see The profit made from tragedy? They send orders from above, we bleed below Lines on a map but they don’t really know Mothers cry while the sirens blow Another life that they’ll never show We just numbers in a war they design Broken homes on the frontline They don’t fight, they just sign While we’re dying in real time Yeah… Child holding tight to a photograph Only thing left from a shattered past No home, no school, just ash and smoke Every single dream turned into a ghost Media spin it like a story to sell But they don’t show you the living hell No filter here, no edit, no lie Just a silent prayer and a final goodbye And I’m screaming but it’s lost in the noise Another war built on power and choice But it ain’t their sons in the mud and the rain It’s the poor and the broken that carry the pain If you could see through their eyes… Would you still justify… All the fire in the sky… All the children left to cry… They send orders from above, we bleed below Lines on a map but they don’t really know Mothers cry while the sirens blow Another life that they’ll never show We just numbers in a war they design Broken homes on the frontline They don’t fight, they just sign While we’re dying in real time Yeah… No winners… Just survivors… And ghosts…