Lyrics
Intro (DJ scratch w/ vinyl crackle): “Death… of… Innocence… yeah…” [Verse 1] Happy Valley painted, but the cracks still show, Smile for the cameras, but the pain gon’ grow. One shot rang, crowd froze in the night, Freedom on the line, man, the price ain’t light. [Pre-Chorus] History repeats, can’t ignore the signs, Shadows whisper secrets, trapped between the lines. JFK deja vu, echoes of the past, Horror in the heart, memories that never last. [Chorus] [Bass Drop - Crescendo] DEATH OF INNOCENCE, THE CURTAIN’S TORN, From ashes of sorrow, a movement is born. Charlie’s blood waters liberty’s tree, This is the moment — the fight to be free. [Verse 2] Rooftop sniper, story in the smoke, Three thousand witness when the silence broke. History repeats, can’t hide from the signs, Blood on the pavement, truth in the rhymes. Day turns cold when the dream gets snatched, Voices fall quiet, illusions collapse. From Utah stages to the front-page flash, The death of innocence cut deep, no mask. [Pre-Chorus] History repeats, can’t ignore the signs, Shadows whisper secrets, trapped between the lines. JFK deja vu, echoes of the past, Horror in the heart, memories that never last. [Chorus] [Bass Drop - Crescendo] DEATH OF INNOCENCE, THE CURTAIN’S TORN, From ashes of sorrow, a movement is born. Charlie’s blood waters liberty’s tree, This is the moment — the fight to be free. [Verse 3] Echo in the crowd, but the fear won’t fade, Leaders fall fast in the games they play. Two detained, released, no one to blame, But the system keeps running with the same old game. Eyes wide open, can’t trust the frame, Behind every headline, deeper than the name. Political warfare, battle for the mind, If you sleep on the moment, you get left behind. [Pre-Chorus] History repeats, can’t ignore the signs, Shadows whisper secrets, trapped between the lines. JFK deja vu, echoes of the past, Horror in the heart, memories that never last. [Chorus] [Bass Drop - Crescendo] DEATH OF INNOCENCE, THE CURTAIN’S TORN, From ashes of sorrow, a movement is born. Charlie’s blood waters liberty’s tree, This is the moment — the fight to be free. [Bridge] Tree of Liberty watered in red, The ink ain’t dry on the words they said. From the crackle of vinyl to the march in the rain, We rise through the struggle, we embrace the pain. [Final Chorus (Repeat)] [Bass Drop - Crescendo] DEATH OF INNOCENCE, THE CURTAIN’S TORN, From ashes of sorrow, a movement is born. Charlie’s blood waters liberty’s tree, This is the moment — the fight to be free. [Outro (tag)] This is the moment — the fight to be free.
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