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A reimagined cover of Smoke Screen written by @TheMuckingFuppets-Music Lyrics: They pave the truth in concrete lies Then cut the trees and sell the sky Evelyn smiles from her civic throne While Ryder builds walls outta stone Gina shouts loud through a busted mic But they say her dreams ain’t white enough to like Asher’s planting gardens in war torn streets And Dottie just prays we stay off our feet Don’t breathe it in — it’s a smoke screen Tear gas made of broken dreams We don’t need your ponzi schemes We need New Horizons and fresh concrete March with your heart and stomp with the beat Redford’s waking up from a deep sleep Signs in Primrose promise rebirth, but it’s built by dust Farley’s Square still covered in rust Blackthorn’s drowning in liquor stores And Wicklow Village can’t take it anymore Kids at R.C. High learn to duck While backpacks get checked for guns and such They closed the mall but raised the rent Now cops get drones and “community tents” Don’t breathe it in — it’s a smoke screen Hope sold off to the same machine No more silence in between We need New Horizons, not more police Raise your voice and move your feet Redford’s burning through the deceit Let ‘em twist in ties and suits Let ‘em lose in tailored boots We rose from rust and burnt-out pyres Fueled on rage and dumpster fires No gods, no kings, no podium stage Just protest signs, all fueled by rage You can’t evict what never quits We’re still here — and we ain’t your bitch Don’t breathe it in — it’s a smoke screen Painted hope in gasoline We won’t feed your regime We’ve got New Horizons and no stampede Tired hearts that still won’t bleed Redford's ours — and we won’t leave