🎵 DEAD, AND WE ARE ALL AWAKE
Verse 1
Rugged and worn are the words we repeat,
Metaphors marching through empty streets.
Stripping our values to messages brief,
Trading our souls for applause and belief.
Crowns on the heads of the kings of fools,
Bow to the systems, obeying their rules.
Perfectly painted, beautifully framed,
Dancing to rhythms while nothing has changed.
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Pre-Chorus
Tell me—
When did we stop asking why?
When did comfort become our disguise?
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Chorus
Dead is the city,
Dead is the throne,
Dead is the voice that won’t stand alone.
Dead is the dream
Sold piece by piece,
Dead are the wars we disguise as peace.
Dead and awake,
Still breathing the air,
Walking together
Like nobody cares.
Dead and awake—
Can nobody see?
The funeral march
Is happening quietly.
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Verse 2
Dead is religion when faith becomes trade,
Dead are the promises carefully made.
Dead is the ruler who fears being known,
Building his kingdom on borrowed stone.
Dead is the lover who reaches for stars,
Leaving behind all the truth that we are.
Dead is the family hiding its pain,
Smiling in sunlight and drowning in rain.
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Chorus
Dead is the city,
Dead is the throne,
Dead is the voice that won’t stand alone.
Dead is the dream
Sold piece by piece,
Dead are the wars we disguise as peace.
Dead and awake,
Still breathing the air,
Walking together
Like nobody cares.
Dead and awake—
Can nobody see?
The funeral march
Is happening quietly.
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Bridge
Dead is the child staring into the glow,
Knowing every answer but nowhere to go.
Dead is the youth who forgot how to doubt,
Following maps without figuring out.
Dead is the soul wrapped in silver and gold,
Knowing the truth but afraid to be bold.
Dead is the inventor buried alive,
Inside a machine that forgot how to thrive.
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Final Chorus
Dead is the poet,
Dead is the rhyme,
Dead is the prisoner serving out time.
Dead is the hope
That refuses to speak,
Dead is the giant who thinks he is weak.
Dead and awake,
Yet feeling no pain,
Waiting for heartbreak
To wake us again.
Dead and awake,
Still calling it living—
While slowly forgetting
What life could have been.
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Outro (Spoken)
Dead…
And we are all awake.
Yet somehow…
We only feel alive
When something breaks.
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