Cut The Signal - An Original Song by Pantokrator Productions скачать в хорошем качестве

Cut The Signal - An Original Song by Pantokrator Productions

Cut The Signal Drums still speak when the radio lies Bassline heavy like the weight of the sky Kings in paper, crowns made of sound Truth get buried when the rhythm get found Feet on the earth but the earth still shake Fire in the roots, no promise to make They sell peace in a uniform smile We dance in the ruins, wait a while Hear the click when the circle close Every blessing come with a dose Hands in the air but the ground still burn You don’t get free, you learn No saviors No chains No gods in the wires of our brains Cut the signal Break the tone We built this fire on our own Lion still roar through a mouth full of dust Faith get twisted when they tell you to trust Mirror say king but the lock say slave Every anthem dug out of a grave Time move slow in a militant sway Sun beat down but we don’t obey They count our steps, we bend the bar Call it chaos, we call it scar Roots too deep to be erased Sound too loud to be replaced Blood and rhythm Flesh and tone Beat the drum Claim the bone No saviors No thrones No prayers left in the phones Cut the signal Burn the code From the root, the riot grows When the system fall silent The drum still remember