embattled · reckoning · churning
The world moves through Friday like a body that has been running too long — charged with the last heat of the week, where accountability arrives in waves and the powerful keep naming their enemies while the nameless keep paying the price.
The Reckoning Keeps Its Schedule
Verse 1
We walk into the weekend with our hands full of wreckage,
the week hasn't finished — it just changed its name.
Somewhere a fine lands heavy on a glass-walled kingdom,
somewhere a journalist falls and no one claims the frame.
Chorus
The reckoning keeps its schedule,
doesn't wait for us to grieve.
It moves through the courtrooms, through the rubble,
through every border none of us agreed.
We are the ones still counting,
we are the ones who stay —
the reckoning keeps its schedule
on a long and reckless Friday.
Verse 2
Thousands of us sleeping on the edges of permission,
a camera in the ruins catching what was done.
The powerful announce they're hunting their own leakers,
while somewhere in the dark another fire was begun.
Chorus
The reckoning keeps its schedule,
doesn't wait for us to grieve.
It moves through the courtrooms, through the rubble,
through every border none of us agreed.
We are the ones still counting,
we are the ones who stay —
the reckoning keeps its schedule
on a long and reckless Friday.
Bridge
From the moon a camera turns,
we see our craters clear.
Every sport, every institution
grappling with the cost of fear.
We did not choose this altitude —
we're orbiting the wound.
But we are still here. We are still here.
We are still here.
Outro
The week releases us like smoke.
We carry what we know.
The reckoning doesn't close its books —
it just lets the Friday go.
Instrumental Outro
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