

Prompt / Lyrics
The world’s split clean by power and pride, The rich keep taking while others slide. They build their thrones on backs that break, And call it fair for profit’s sake. The streets grow cold, the greed runs deep, While honest hearts can barely keep. Each promise fades, each truth is sold, And mercy’s worth is turned to gold. We lit the fuse, we set this stage, We fed the fire with fear and rage. Now we breathe smoke from what we’ve done, We wear this weight till judgment comes. The sky turns black, the storms roll in, As people drown in others’ sin. The earth cries out from what man’s done, Still begging light that doesn’t come. The crowds still cheer the ones who lie, They praise the wolf, condemn the cry. But justice knocks, it will not wait— The proud will meet the weight they made. We lit the fuse, we set this stage, We fed the fire with fear and rage. Now we breathe smoke from what we’ve done, We wear this weight till judgment comes. Some hold their ground though fires burn, They’ve learned the truth the world won’t learn. When all that’s false comes crashing down, “Their strength will stand in ragged hope.” When morning breaks and noise is gone, The meek will wake to a quiet dawn. The world made new, but scarred by flame— A warning built into its name. We lit the fuse, we set this stage, We fed the fire with fear and rage. Now we breathe smoke from what we’ve done, We wear this weight till judgment comes. We lit the fuse, we set this stage, We fed the fire with fear and rage. Now we breathe smoke from what we’ve done, We wear this weight till judgment comes.
Tags
60s psychedelic Like “Zager & Evans – In the Year 2525 Male singers
3:25
No
4/10/2026