incendiary · tenacious · precarious
A day of sledgehammers and locked doors — where destruction is wielded as policy and grief is compounded by negligence — yet somewhere in the wreckage, parrot eggs crack open and a woman with a rhinestone backbone reminds us what endurance actually sounds like.
Sledgehammer Gospel
Verse 1
We watched them bolt the door and call it order
We counted what was lost behind the gate
Somebody swung a hammer at the mourning
And called the rubble progress, called it fate
But something cracked open in the cargo hold
A shell, a wing, a breath where there was none
We are the contraband that keeps on hatching
We are the trial that outlives everyone
Chorus
We carry the rhinestone and the reckoning
We carry the name they tried to sledge away
Between the breakthrough and the burning building
We find the note that holds the whole thing up
Steely, we rise — not clean, not certain
But here, we rise — we rise
Verse 2
A lifetime cleared, a verdict still unburied
The man walked free and then walked into death
And somewhere in a lab, a door swings open
A cure declared on someone's final breath
We trade in tariffs now instead of treaties
We match each blow with one of our own design
The architecture shakes in both directions
But still we draw the undemolished line
Bridge
Dolly knew it — heart and steel together
You can't dismantle what was built from bone
Every locked room has a ghost who testifies
Every broken wall once was someone's home
So we don't soften and we don't capitulate
We hatch from whatever cage they thought would hold
Outro
Steely, we stay — rhinestone and reckoning
Cracking open, stubborn, precarious, bold
Instrumental Outro
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