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They stand behind the bulletproof glass,safe from the storms they create
With teleprompters reflecting the fire of a scripted, cold-blooded hate
They talk about "forever" and "children," using hope as a tactical shield
But if you look at the ink on the maps, it’s the blood of the men in the field
The signature’s red like an open wound, bleeding all over the page
But it’s never their own blood that’s fueling the engine or setting the stage
Adjust the silk tie, clear the throat, let the cameras roll
A practiced sigh, a carefully scripted role
He’s talking 'bout the "national interest," the "borders of the free
While he’s sketching out a pipeline that we’re not allowed to see
He says we’re "striving for a peace that the future can embrace
While he’s signing off on shipments for a blackened desert space
It’s a theater of shadows, a symphony of lies
Where the script is written early and the soldier always dies
It’s the same old vocabulary, "integrity" and "pride
But there’s a ledger in the basement where the dirty secrets hide
They trade in human lives like stocks and grain
Then they drape the flag in sorrow just to camouflage the stain
The speeches are gold, but the motive is lead
They’re counting the profit while we’re counting the dead
Whether it’s "God" or the "Growth" or the "Grit
It’s just a new shroud for the same bottomless pit
The map is a menu, the war is the bill
The pockets get heavy while the world stands still
Don’t look at the podium, look at the vault
History is repeating, and it’s everyone’s fault
Go back a thousand years, it was a "Holy War" for faith
Swords high in the air, chasing shadows in His name
They told the peasants "God wills it!" with a fever in their breath
But they just wanted the spice routes and a monopoly on death
Fast-forward to modern times, swap the parchment for a screen
The motive hasn't shifted, only the methods have been cleaned
Instead of "Heretics," it’s "Terror"; instead of "Crosses," it’s "Growth
But look into the shadows—they are hungry for them both
It’s about the lithium, the oil, the minerals in the dirt
The "Noble Cause" is just a Band-Aid pinned onto the shirt
They wrap their greed in "Future Generations" and "Hope
While they’re braiding the fibers of a fresh-cut hangman's rope
So stop trusting the smile and the practiced TV squint
The truth isn't broadcast, it’s in the very fine print
Pick a book off the shelf, let the dust hit your lungs
Interpret the silence, not the wagging of their tongues
History is a circle drawn in oil and in coal
And every "Great Leader" has a price on his soul
They want you distracted, they want you to hate
The "Enemy" they sold you while they’re filling up their plate
Think for yourself, check the bank, check the mine
Notice how the borders always follow the designs
Of the men in the boardrooms, not the men in the mud
They’re addicted to the money, we’re the ones who give the blood
The speeches are gold, but the motive is lead
They’re counting the profit while we’re counting the dead
Whether it’s "God" or the "Growth" or the "Grit
It’s just a new shroud for the same bottomless pit
The map is a menu, the war is the bill
The pockets get heavy while the world stands still
Don’t look at the podium, look at the vault
History is repeating, and it’s everyone’s fault
Don't listen to the roar
Listen to the rust
Don't listen to the "Always
Look at the "Must
They must have the resources
They must have the control
And they'll use your heart to pay the toll
Study the maps
Read the old names
Modern world, same games
Same games
