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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sunday shoes on
But the floor feels wrong
Stained-glass stories
Over headlines in red
We tuck kids in
Under flags on the wall
Say
“That’s just the way”
And we bow our heads
[Chorus]
Hands on the fire
We just stand still
Call it “the system
” call it God’s will
We sign the checks
While the small ones scream
If we fund the cage
Then we share the dream
Hands on the fire
Tell me
Are we clean?
[Verse 2]
They count our coins
In cold
Bright rooms
Write new rules
On a dead-eyed screen
We say
“Be good
Do what you’re told”
While the floorboards creak
With the things unseen
[Chorus]
Hands on the fire
We just stand still
Call it “the system
” call it God’s will
We sign the checks
While the small ones scream
If we fund the cage
Then we share the dream
Hands on the fire
Tell me
Are we clean?
[Bridge]
How long can we say
“it’s not my hand”?
How long till we break
This quiet demand?
If their tears are tithes
That our comfort buys
Then every look away
Is another lie
[Chorus]
Hands on the fire
We just stand still
Call it “the system
” call it God’s will
We sign the checks
While the small ones scream
If we fund the cage
Then we share the dream
Hands on the fire
God
We feel it sear
Hands on the fire
Or we pull them clear
Details
GeneratedFeb 21, 2026
Duration3:22
LanguageEnglish
Style
Brooding protest folk with male vocals, close-miked and intimate. Fingerpicked acoustic guitar in a minor key, soft low percussion pulse like a heartbeat, and a mournful cello answering key lines. Verses stay hushed and confessional; chorus swells with stacked harmonies and a rougher vocal edge, then falls back to a single voice at the end for a stark, unresolved finish.
Credits
Prompt by
Ritaxssss
RitaxssssModelAria v5
Prompt
God's children are being abused and we do nothing. We pay taxes to the abusers of our children, we obey their orders and we watch as our children are tortured. We are the same as the child torturers
