Verse 1

We drew the lines and called them fair

We counted heads at every gate

The selfish word hangs in the air

While summer turns the tide to weight

Somewhere a body clears the wall

Somewhere a verdict tips the scale

The ones who fell are still in fall

And someone profits from the tale

Chorus

What the mountain kept, the valley mourns

What the crowd endured, the record scorns

We are not settled, not declared

We are the wound that went unaired

We are the pressure, slow and real

We are what systems refuse to feel

Verse 2

A city wakes to sirens, smoke

A river town to something worse

The virus spreads its quiet cloak

The powerful walk out of court first

We watch the cameras find the face

That says revenge is justified

And something collapses in that space

Between the cruel and the dignified

Chorus

What the mountain kept, the valley mourns

What the crowd endured, the record scorns

We are not settled, not declared

We are the wound that went unaired

We are the pressure, slow and real

We are what systems refuse to feel

Bridge

The summit was not the point

The summit was never the point

We climbed because the ground below

Had stopped making sense

And now the ice claims what it wants

And now the institutions stall

And the afternoon is long and hot

And we are still here

Counting what we cannot carry

Outro

We are still here

Still seething, still precarious

Still drawing breath

Instrumental Outro

How did it make you feel?

A new song arrives tomorrow.