

Prompt / Lyrics
(Verse 1) The sun sets cold on a city in wait, Shadows are stretching by the garden gate. Unmarked vans on a quiet street, The rhythmic thud of "occupier" feet. They don’t need a judge, they don’t need a name, Just a 40-day badge and a hunter’s aim. They’re circling the schools where the buses run, While a mother’s heart stops at the sight of a gun. (Chorus) They’re breaking the windows, they’re breaking the doors, Bringing the terror of undeclared wars. From the streets of Minneapolis to the canyon wind, Where does the duty of a neighbor begin? They say it’s for safety, they say it’s the law, But all we can see is the predator’s claw. Yeah, we’re looking at the wreckage of the red, white, and blue, Asking, what are we even doing? (Verse 2) Alex was a nurse, Renee was a mom, Now they’re names in the dirt in a world gone wrong. Shot in the street, shot in the car, Does "enforcement" really have to go this far? They used a five-year-old child as "bait," To catch a father at the neighborhood gate. No warrant required, just a "rogue" command, Spreading a shadow across the native land. (Chorus) They’re breaking the windows, they’re breaking the doors, Bringing the terror of undeclared wars. From the streets of Minneapolis to the canyon wind, Where does the duty of a neighbor begin? They say it’s for safety, they say it’s the law, But all we can see is the predator’s claw. Yeah, we’re looking at the wreckage of the red, white, and blue, Asking, what are we even doing? (Bridge) The restaurants are empty, the kitchens are still, A "chilling effect" that’s making us ill. If your skin is brown, you’re "guilty on sight," Questioned and taken in the middle of the night. A million arrests and the numbers just grow, While the "worst of the worst" is everyone we know. (Guitar Solo - Distorted and Intense) (Chorus) They’re breaking the windows, they’re breaking the doors, Bringing the terror of undeclared wars. From the streets of Minneapolis to the canyon wind, Where does the duty of a neighbor begin? They say it’s for safety, they say it’s the law, But all we can see is the predator’s claw. Yeah, we’re looking at the wreckage of the red, white, and blue, Asking, what are we even doing? (Outro) Two-thirds of the country say it’s gone too far. We’re counting the ghosts in the back of the car. What are we doing? Yeah, what are we even doing?
Tags
Slow tempo, somber, acoustic guitar, punk rock, male
4:07
No
2/22/2026