embattled · scorched · unspooling
The day burns at its edges — negotiations collapse, fires consume what can't be replaced, and somewhere beneath it all, an ancient wreck surfaces like a reminder that civilizations have always left wreckage behind.
What the Seabed Kept
Verse 1
We drew our lines across the summer sand
And watched the terms dissolve before they'd stand
The smoke has moved past reasoning with wind
We name the damage, then we start again
Chorus
What the seabed kept, we pull to light
Two thousand years of cargo, ruin, might
We are the ones who surface and descend
Who build the walls and tear them down again
Something always waiting to be found
Something always burning to the ground
Verse 2
A man is brought to face the weight of deeds
While drones trace circles over what we need
The rescued walk back into ordinary days
And someone falls apart in public gaze
Chorus
What the seabed kept, we pull to light
Two thousand years of cargo, ruin, might
We are the ones who surface and descend
Who build the walls and tear them down again
Something always waiting to be found
Something always burning to the ground
Bridge
Monday sits on everything like stone
The summer heat makes every crisis louder
We are not innocent, we are not alone
We have always been this close to powder
Beneath the wreck, beneath the ash, beneath the court
Something older than our arguments
Outro
What the seabed kept
We are still learning to read
What the seabed kept
We surface, we recede
Instrumental Outro
How did it make you feel?
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