scorched · embattled · unraveling
The world burns at its edges and fractures at its centers — fires racing across hillsides, strikes falling on open squares, institutions cracking under the weight of their own failures — and still, humanity moves through the wreckage asking what comes next.
What the Smoke Remembers
Verse 1
We woke to the smell of something burning far away
The maps we drew are folding at the crease
Every institution tilts a little more today
And the ones we trusted cannot guarantee the peace
We count the cost in numbers that we speak aloud
Then set them down because the weight is more than we can name
The children moved from place to place beneath a burning cloud
And somewhere someone signs a document to shift the blame
Chorus
We are standing in the aftermath of what we chose
We are measuring the distance that the fracture grows
Every border drawn in anger finds a way to bleed
We are more than what the smoke and the wreckage leave
More than what the smoke and the wreckage leave
Verse 2
The hillsides orange, the summits under siege
The squares where people gathered now recount the dead
The ones in power tighten what they need to seize
And the rest of us are parsing every word they said
We've seen the systems buckle under their own rot
The ones appointed judge themselves above the law
A hundred forty thousand people left with what they've got
And we are drawing breath and staring at the flaw
Bridge
We don't move forward clean
We move forward carrying the ruin
We don't emerge serene
We emerge still arguing, still choosing
Still insisting something matters in the bruising
Chorus
We are standing in the aftermath of what we chose
We are measuring the distance that the fracture grows
Every border drawn in anger finds a way to bleed
We are more than what the smoke and the wreckage leave
Outro
We are still here
We are still asking
We are still refusing to go quiet in the asking
Instrumental Outro
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