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Verse 1 We were born beneath fluorescent light, In corridors of gray, Where rubber stamps decide our fate And files outlive the day. We learned to wait in numbered lines, To whisper, not to try— While towers built of paper rose And blocked the open sky. Pre-Chorus But we are more than forms to fill, More than codes and claims— We are voices meant for building, Not lost in endless chains. Chorus Unchain the paper sky, let the daylight through, Clear the desks of dust and do what we must do. Cut the cords of red tape binding hand and heart— We are not cogs in a stalled machine, We are the living start. Tear down the walls of “pending” and “denied,” Let courage be the guide. Unchain the paper sky— Let the people decide. Verse 2 How many dreams were shelved away For missing box thirteen? How many sparks were smothered out By “policy routine”? A thousand seals, a thousand rules, A labyrinth of “no”— But rivers carve through mountain stone When they decide to flow. Pre-Chorus No more the shuffle step by step, No more the endless wait— We choose a path of common sense, We choose a living state. Chorus Unchain the paper sky, let the daylight through, Clear the desks of dust and do what we must do. Cut the cords of red tape binding hand and heart— We are not cogs in a stalled machine, We are the living start. Tear down the walls of “pending” and “denied,” Let courage be the guide. Unchain the paper sky— Let the people decide. Bridge Not with fire, not with rage, But with vision clear and strong— Rewrite the rules that serve the few, Build systems that belong. Make simple what was tangled tight, Make open what was closed— Let service mean what it should mean: A hand, not a composed pose. Final Chorus Unchain the paper sky, let the daylight pour, Open every locked and rusted door. From city hall to factory floor, Let freedom simplify— Where trust replaces endless proof, And action answers “why.” Raise your voice, let reason fly— Unchain the paper sky.