Текст песни
Welcome to the unified past Please stay on the designated path
The walls are sterile white the labels all the same
A sacred mask a Viking blade they're playing the same game
They took the heartbeat from the drum the story from the stitch
And locked it in a glass box for the wealthy and the rich
I hear a warning in the wires a whisper through the halls
The silent scream of portraits hanging on consensual walls
They're sanitizing narratives with academic grace
A single shining story to redeem the human race
Your past is a curated exhibition
A branded bland revision
They're cutting out the vital parts to fit the grand design
Your roots are wrapped in barcodes on a cold neon vine
Your past is a curated exhibition
A managed smooth transition
From living breathing culture to a static rented shrine
This heritage erasure your history is now mine
They march in polished rhythm through the gates of old Louvre
To see what's been approved for the to think what they should prove
The local saint is cancelled out the rebel's name erased
A colorful tradition in a market-friendly place
They'll digitize your grandfather's most sorrowful lament
And sell it as a ringtone once the living breath is spent
A checkbox for diversity to fill the quota sheet
While beneath the marble floorboards your own heartbeat grows weak
Your past is a curated exhibition
A branded bland revision
They're cutting out the vital parts to fit the grand design
Your roots are wrapped in barcodes on a cold neon vine
Your past is a curated exhibition
A managed smooth transition
From living breathing culture to a static rented shrine
This heritage erasure your history is now mine
This is not preservation it's a slow polite erasure
A museum is not a home
I feel the rhythm of the march turning into a riot's pulse
The alarm you hear is not for thieves but for the waking souls
They think our memory is data they can filter and control
NO NO
My tongue is not an artifact
My song is not a sample
My grief is not a gallery
My rage is not a
