[Intro]
Nine in the morning
Rain on the signs
Gold gates ahead
Police in lines

[Verse 1]
Mara walks beside the nurses
Jonah with the laid-off crews
Nadia rides her battered bicycle
Carrying bandages and food
Eli keeps his hands uncovered
Tom stays close to those behind
Bedsheet banners fill the avenue
No party mark and no design

[Pre-Chorus]
Cameras turn above the gate
A loudspeaker orders them to wait
The crowd stops ten feet from the wall
Then somebody hears the first shield fall

[Chorus]
The street became a battlefield
Smoke above the broken signs
The street became a battlefield
Blue light cutting through our eyes
They called our hunger public danger
They met our open hands with steel
The street became a battlefield
But we refused to leave our own

[Verse 2]
A bottle flies from nowhere clear
A window cracks, the horses rear
The front line pushes, people run
A canister rolls past someone’s son
Mara pulls a stranger breathing
Nadia tears her scarf in two
Jonah takes a baton standing
Where the narrow barriers move

[Pre-Chorus]
Eli knows that marching sound
The hard command, the boots, the ground
He shouts, “Do not break into fear
Lock your arms and keep them near”

[Chorus]
The street became a battlefield
Smoke above the broken signs
The street became a battlefield
Blue light cutting through our eyes
They called our hunger public danger
They met our open hands with steel
The street became a battlefield
But we refused to leave our own

[Drum Break]
Snare rolls imitate the advancing police line before collapsing into silence

[Bridge]
Tom sees a masked man lift a brick
He grabs his wrist and holds it still
“Not their shops, not someone’s home
Do not hand them what they want”
Then a shield strikes Tom behind
He falls beside the warning light
The old woman from Tower Four
Steps through smoke to drag him out

[Breakdown]
Hold the line
Not for the gate
Hold the line
For those who cannot run

Hands up
Heads down
Lift the fallen from the ground

[Build-up]
A torn white sheet
Ripped from its frame
No crest
No colour
No country name

[Final Chorus]
The street became a battlefield
Still we carried people through
The street became a battlefield
Still no one asked what flag they knew
They called our mercy insurrection
They called their violence law and shield
The street became a battlefield
And every lie was made real
The street became a battlefield
But no one faced that street alone

[Outro]
Rain turns the smoke to dirty streams
One colourless cloth clings to the rail
Mara lifts it above the crowd
While the sirens climb and wail