[Intro] Water cuts the continent Steel cuts the rain Ships move quiet But the ghosts remain [Verse] She walks by the locks where the engines scream A century of hunger in a concrete dream Men made a passage and power made a shrine Now the old world follows the Panama Ghostline Every cargo shadow has a flagless face Every deal remembers a military base Every port light flickers like a warning sign You can use the water but you don’t own the line [Pre-Chorus] They say control the crossing You control the age They say write the contract Then build the cage [Chorus] Panama Ghostline Running through the rain Panama Ghostline Old empire in a new campaign Panama Ghostline You can hear the dead ships cry The water is not your kingdom And the people won’t comply [Verse] A dockworker tells her, we know that tone When strangers call our doorway their strategic zone They measure our mornings in shipping delay They price our tomorrow by the tonnage per day In a bar near midnight with the television low A minister promises nobody will know The screen says partnership, the street says no The sirens rise where the trade winds blow [Pre-Chorus] They say control the crossing You control the age They say write the contract Then build the cage [Chorus] Panama Ghostline Running through the rain Panama Ghostline Old empire in a new campaign Panama Ghostline You can hear the dead ships cry The water is not your kingdom And the people won’t comply [Instrumental] Bassline slides like oil at night Guitar sparks under harbor light Drums hit hard like closing gates Broadcast static calculates [Bridge] A canal is not a collar A harbor is not a chain A route is not a reason To bring the dogs again A map is not a mandate A trade lane is not a throne No nation is a doorway For empire to call home [Breakdown] Open water Closed fist Old hunger New list Steel promise Paper crime Panama Ghostline [Build-up] She sends the footage Before they cut the power The crowd starts chanting Hour after hour [Chorus] Panama Ghostline Running through the rain Panama Ghostline Old empire in a new campaign Panama Ghostline You can hear the dead ships cry The water is not your kingdom And the people won’t comply [Chorus] Panama Ghostline No master of the tide Panama Ghostline No place for stolen pride Panama Ghostline The locks still hear the poor You may command the shipping But you won’t command the shore [Outro] Water cuts the continent Steel cuts the rain She leaves with the voices That the ghosts could not contain