[INTRO — FEMALE (glitch whisper, layered)]
c-c-cold…
static in the system…
count it.
[VERSE 1 — FEMALE (lead, aggressive control)]
Cold boots on the pavement, radios hiss,
They say it’s just enforcement — but enforcement kills.
Paperwork clean while the blood still warm,
Another “incident,” another storm.
They hide behind acronyms, shields and seals,
But policies don’t cry and policies don’t kneel.
Say “lawful force” like it erases screams,
Say “by the book” — rip another family’s seams.
Snow on the ground, but the heat still rise,
Nine gone this year, look me dead in the eyes.
If it’s always justified, always “okay,”
Why the silence louder every damn day?
[PRE-CHORUS — MALE (filtered, mechanical, monotone)]
Mute the cams.
Spin the truth.
Bury numbers.
Call it proof.
[CHORUS — FEMALE (FULL DROP, dominant)]
ICE COLD — bodies don’t lie,
Heavy hands, cold orders, another soul goodbye.
ICE COLD — don’t say their names,
But the count keeps climbing while they dodge the blame.
ICE COLD — static in the zone,
Steel routine, no echo when the trigger tone.
ICE COLD — hear the ground scream,
You can’t glitch out guilt in a broken regime.
[VERSE 2 — MALE (cold narrator / system voice)]
They don’t see faces, they see targets and threat,
See quotas and numbers, not the lives they reset.
Say “wrong place, wrong move, wrong time,”
Funny how “wrong” always fits their line.
Press release tight, language sterile,
Meanwhile candles melt on the sidewalk spiral.
They call it order — I call it control,
When the badge weighs more than a human soul.
If the law was clean, it wouldn’t need shields,
Wouldn’t need silence, wouldn’t need deals.
You freeze the truth, hope the story decays,
But ice cracks loud when the pressure stays.
[BRIDGE — BOTH (chant, glitch call-and-response)]
[Male:] Count it.
[Female:] Deny it.
[Male:] Stamp it approved.
[Female:] Count it.
[Male:] Erase it.
[Both:] Say “nothing to prove.”
[FINAL CHORUS — FEMALE (harder drop, ad-libs optional)]
ICE COLD — bodies don’t lie,
Nine this year and they won’t say why.
ICE COLD — cameras on mute,
Justice buffering… system reboot.
ICE COLD — hear the streets hum,
Winter don’t forget where the bodies come from.
ICE COLD — truth won’t fold,
You can’t freeze rage — it breaks the mold.
[OUTRO — MALE (low, stripped beat)]
Cold hands wrote the rules.
Warm blood paid the fee.
Say it’s “just procedure”…
History don’t agree.
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