[Intro]
The factory doors close
The sirens move west
Rainwater and blood
On a nurse’s torn vest

[Verse 1]
Jonah clears glass from the office floor
Mara counts the injured near the door
Nadia writes names on packing sheets
Eli listens for approaching feet
Tom wakes beneath a worker’s coat
With broken teeth and a swollen throat
Above them on a cable line
The colourless fabric hangs to dry

[Chorus]
White cloth in the smoke
No emblem and no oath
Nothing written by a state
Nothing blessed behind a gate
White cloth in the smoke
For the ones no banner knows
Not a flag to make us kneel
Just a sign that no one goes alone

[Verse 2]
Someone says, “We need a name”
Someone wants a leader framed
Someone paints a raised red fist
Someone else crosses it from the list
Mara says, “No face above
The food, the beds, the work, the love”
Eli says, “I marched beneath
Enough bright cloth to bury friends”

[Pre-Chorus]
They wash the fabric in a sink
Black water coils around the drain
No colour returns to its threads
No nation rises from the stain

[Chorus]
White cloth in the smoke
No emblem and no oath
Nothing written by a state
Nothing blessed behind a gate
White cloth in the smoke
For the ones no banner knows
Not a flag to make us kneel
Just a sign that no one goes alone

[Instrumental Break]
Minor-key guitar melody echoes through the empty factory hall

[Bridge]
Tom reaches for the cracked megaphone
Then sees the room and leaves it down
He tears the cloth into smaller strips
One for every shelter in the town
“No centre,” Nadia says aloud
“No headquarters they can raid”
The white strips pass from hand to hand
A symbol multiplied, not raised

[Build-up]
One at the clinic
One at the flats
One at the underpass
One at the bar

[Final Chorus]
White cloth in the smoke
No master and no throne
No border sewn between the threads
No leader claiming what we made
White cloth in the smoke
Where the warning beacons glow
Not a flag above our heads
Just a promise: no one goes alone
White cloth in the smoke
For the living and the lost

[Outro]
At dawn the factory windows show
Small pale strips on every coat
Nothing there to worship
Enough for them to know