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A contemporary AI written song developed and thought of by me, about today's society and what we should be aware of. WHAT SHOULD WE BE AWARE OF? Listen and hear, without it going in one ear and out the other. LYRICS: [Verse 1] Names on a list Turned into numbers on a screen Someone in a clean suit Says it’s “for the flag" Whatever that means Maps get redrawn While a mother scrubs a bloodstain from the floor They call it “holding ground” But no one knows what the ground is for [Chorus] Power counts bodies like coins in a jar Shakes it and smiles at the sound They don’t see faces They stare at the charts Arguing which pile weighs more on the ground War has no point Just a bet on who breaks first How many lives till you get your way How many hearts do you have to hurt [Verse 2] Kids trade their backpacks For a patch and a borrowed gun Told there’s a reason Told the pain will all be “worth it” when it’s done But no one wins Just a quiet where the shouting used to be A flag in the rubble And a line in some forgotten history [Chorus] Power counts bodies like coins in a jar Shakes it and smiles at the sound They don’t see faces They stare at the charts Arguing which pile weighs more on the ground War has no point Just a bet on who quits first How many names can you cross out today How many souls till you say it’s “earned” [Bridge] If this is your glory Why are you hiding the cost If this is your victory Why does everyone look lost If this is your order Why’s the whole world out of breath If this is your meaning Why’s it written over death [Chorus] Power counts bodies like coins in a jar Shakes it and smiles at the sound They don’t see faces They stare at the charts Arguing which pile weighs more on the ground War has no point Just a countdown dressed in words How many lives till you call it done How many gone till you feel secure