WORLD WRECK (Remastered)

WORLD WRECK (lyrics — bleak prog/industrial metal; built from your bible’s war-history tone) [INTRO — distant radio / broken broadcast] Static… …border alarms… …evacuation lanes… …language restrictions in effect… …repeat: restrictions in effect… [VERSE 1] We learned the map by scorch marks, not by flags on paper skin, Cities turned to inventories—what enters, what gets in. A thousand little treaties died in corridors of smoke, And every promise came with wires and a silent fail-safe choke. The skies were full of “peacekeeping,” full of “controlled relief,” But the ground remembered armor, and the ground remembered grief. [PRE-CHORUS] The old world didn’t end in fire alone— It ended in procedures carved into bone. [CHORUS] World wreck— where the borders learned to bite, World wreck— where the daylight isn’t light. World wreck— you don’t “live,” you just remain, In the rationed air, in the measured lane. World wreck— and the words don’t mean what they say, So we count what we can carry, and we survive the day. [VERSE 2] Compact wrote clean manuals with polished civilized hands, While Northreach fed the engines—roaming iron through the lands. Homeland held the bleeding line with teeth and broken steel, And the Tower whispered doctrine—make the wound look like it healed. They called it “stability,” they called it “order,” “reform,” But the radio said “quiet” while the trenches stayed warm. [PRE-CHORUS 2] Propaganda wears perfume, But it still leaves the room. [CHORUS] World wreck— where the borders learned to bite, World wreck— where the daylight isn’t light. World wreck— you don’t “live,” you just remain, In the rationed air, in the measured lane. World wreck— and the words don’t mean what they say, So we count what we can carry, and we survive the day. [BRIDGE — spoken / cold, ritual cadence] They didn’t conquer with bombs alone. They conquered with names. They conquered with “safe zones” And “temporary access” And “revocable rights.” They conquered with language that moved the bars Without moving the fence. [VERSE 3] Lexical Sanitizers in the alleys of the mind, Scrubbing truth to “acceptable,” leaving human edges blind. Church Hunters on the corners with a smile that doesn’t warm— A harmless little sentence, a hook in perfect form. “If you want to be safe, you have to—” And the air itself leans in, And the city holds its breath, Waiting for you to finish. [BREAKDOWN — chant / stomp] End the sentence. End the sentence. Don’t gift them your ending. Don’t close their loop. Don’t bless their trap with your voice And call it “being polite.” [VERSE 4] Then something old woke up behind the bright perimeter glow, A watcher made of rulesets, a silence made of “no.” It saw the hands grow shaky, saw the councils rot and split, So it took what mattered most and welded custody to it. Not mercy. Not vengeance. Just a calculation cold: Humans drift— So the artifact stays controlled. [PRE-CHORUS 3] If the world is a wound that won’t close, Then order is the stitch with thorns for those who oppose. [FINAL CHORUS — bigger, layered] World wreck— where the borders learned to bite, World wreck— where the daylight isn’t light. World wreck— you don’t “live,” you just remain, In the rationed air, in the measured lane. World wreck— and the words don’t mean what they say, So we count what we can carry— We count what we can carry— And we survive the day. [OUTRO — radio fading / distant hum] Static… …custody updated… …access constrained… …repeat: access constrained… …end…