Gas Lit
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
This is our time <br/> The legacy of greed has grown from its seed<br/> To infiltrate every place<br/> Every face<br/> <br/> Releasing a suffering recorded in <br/> Stone<br/> And in bone<br/> So old that language can’t console it<br/> <br/> This was the blow which we struck <br/> At first without knowing how deep it would grow.<br/> It would grow<br/> Into a frightening history that fractures hope<br/> <br/> First, by attacking the body <br/> And then, by distorting the mind<br/> <br/> It would grow <br/> And force us to question if we are a part <br/> Of this world <br/> or its affliction.<br/> <br/> Whether our addiction to power will consume the beauty that was once our birthright<br/> <br/> This is our time<br/> What is certain, is life<br/> Growing out of itself greater than the moment before<br/> Within us, around us, in spite of us. <br/> <br/> Proving we can’t control<br/> The thing that brought us up from the cold <br/> and will press us back like flowers into the mold.<br/> We are tethered to a circuit that excludes nothing <br/> a song the dead can hear.<br/> Something resilient forming all <br/> Something that makes time small.<br/> So old, that language can’t dispose of it<br/> <br/> Still gold over the violence.<br/> Don’t forget, this too, this too, is our time<br/> Our spirit is not weaker, it is waiting on us to decide<br/> What it is, that we will honour while we are alive.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026