[Intro]
Static on the wire, smoke under the door
Headlines on the pavement, boots across the floor
Camera full of ghosts, notebook full of names
Morning comes dirty when the night leaves flames

[Verse]
She lands with a bag and a borrowed coat
A press card cracked at the edge of her throat
The city is coughing in chemical rain
Every wall has learned how to spell out pain
Kids sell coffee near a burned-out van
A mother asks softly, who gave the command
The towers keep blinking like nothing is wrong
While the sirens keep singing the national song

[Pre-Chorus]
She writes what she sees
They call it disease
She follows the blood
Through the dust and debris

[Chorus]
Press card in the ashes, truth in a chokehold
No flag can cover what the cameras were told
Press card in the ashes, names in the street
Power wears a smile while it steps over feet
We will not whisper, we will not crawl
Write it on the ruins, write it on the wall

[Verse]
A minister smiles on a studio screen
Says order is clean and the market is green
But under the bridge where the families hide
The river runs black on the empire side
She hears an old man with a radio cry
They changed the language, not the lie
No crowns, no horses, no trumpets of gold
Just contracts and drones doing business cold

[Pre-Chorus]
She writes what they bury
She counts what they steal
A map is not mercy
A deal is not real

[Chorus]
Press card in the ashes, truth in a chokehold
No flag can cover what the cameras were told
Press card in the ashes, names in the street
Power wears a smile while it steps over feet
We will not whisper, we will not crawl
Write it on the ruins, write it on the wall

[Interlude]
Say it loud
Say it clear
They want land
We live here
Say it loud
Say it clear
They want land
We live here

[Bridge]
She sends the file before the towers cut the feed
Every stolen border has a mouth to feed
Every broken treaty has a mother’s face
Every quiet profit leaves a crater in place
She is not a hero, she is not a saint
Just ink on her fingers and anger in paint
But when the signal breaks and the night turns red
She keeps one sentence burning in her head

[Breakdown]
Not your map
Not your crown
Not your deal
Not our ground

[Build-up]
Not your map
Not your crown
Not your deal
Not our ground
Not your map
Not your crown
Not your deal
Not our ground

[Chorus]
Press card in the ashes, truth in a chokehold
No flag can cover what the cameras were told
Press card in the ashes, names in the street
Power wears a smile while it steps over feet
We will not whisper, we will not crawl
Write it on the ruins, write it on the wall

[Outro]
Static on the wire, smoke under the door
She walks toward the sirens and asks for more
Not for the glory, not for the frame
Only to give every shadow a name