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Black Mater Project - Fear on Parade

This is a conceptual visual piece for “Fear on Parade” by Black Matter Project. This video is not a narrative. It’s a manifesto in fragments — fear, control, power, resistance, and roots. Images repeat, break, and return, just as pressure does. Other music by Black Matter Project is already available on streaming platforms. You can listen here: Spotify: 👉https://open.spotify.com/album/56dSx2AQ7k2... Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/song/fear-on-pa... This visual exists on its own. No commentary. No explanation. Just atmosphere, tension, and persistence. If this resonates, subscribe to the channel. More music and visual pieces are coming. #BlackMatterProject #FearOnParade #IndependentMusic #MusicVisualizer #ConceptualVideo #AlternativeMetal #IndustrialRock #undergroundmusic Lycrics Fear on parade, see the masks and the flags Talking ’bout peace with a boot on our backs They don’t hate chaos, they hate what’s intact Family, culture — a spine they don’t have Hands in the soil, they got hands in the vault We pass down names, they just pass down fault Call us a danger, a stain, a threat ’Cause we still remember what they try to forget They watch us work, then they call it suspicious Love looks illegal to those that are vicious Community strong — yeah, that’s the crime You can’t extract that, can’t monetize HEY! Who’s really afraid now? HEY! Who’s scared of the truth? HEY! Roots in the ground now — HEY! Empire uncoupled They got a past written red with the blade Conquest dressed up like a “civilized age” Stole land, stole breath, stole names and gods Now they shocked we don’t pray to their odds Neo-colonial maps, same old greed Borders drawn where the money needs Sovereignty sold, then they call it “aid” Smile for the camera while the village is razed They don’t see people, they see resources Send in the banks, then the troops enforce it Say “free market,” but the gun stays loaded Freedom ain’t free when it’s only promoted No compassion in a power play No respect in a dollar made They take, they take, then they complain When the hunted refuse the cage They fear comparison — that’s the truth A mirror cracks when it’s aimed at you We got values that don’t decay They got profits that rot away You can’t buy soul, you can’t buy kin Can’t bribe the earth we were born within You can flood the streets with your fear and laws But you can’t unteach who our elders are They scream “order,” they mean control They scream “peace,” they mean silence and gold Every empire built on theft and lies Gets buried alive when it denies Fear on parade. The rhythm cracks When the free world stands And refuses to snap. You can hunt the people You can raid the land But you can’t erase What makes us stand No crown, no throne, no flag, no lie — Just roots, just truth, just time And time don’t side with the ones who steal It sides with the ones who feel