Voices through static

(Spoken Intro – 911 Call)

Operator (calm, steady):

“911, what’s your emergency?”

Caller (shaking, panicked):

“Please—please, I need help… he’s not breathing… I—I don’t know what to do!”

Operator:

“Okay, listen to me. I’m right here with you. What’s your address?”

Caller:

“123… Maple—Maple Street—please hurry!”

Operator:

“Help is on the way. I need you to stay on the line. We’re going to do this together, okay?”

Operator (soft, grounding):

“Place your hand on their chest… tell me if it’s moving…”

Caller (crying):

“It’s not… oh my God, it’s not…”

Operator (firm, calm):

“Okay. I need you to start compressions. Push hard and fast—

I’m not going anywhere. You’re not alone.”

(Verse 1)

Midnight breaks with a ringing line,

A trembling voice says, “I’m out of time…”

Somewhere a door gets kicked in fast,

Somebody’s living their worst-ever past.

Blue lights flicker in shattered glass,

Boots hit pavement, hearts beat fast,

A whisper through radios, cracked and work

“Stay with me now… don’t let go… hold on…”

(Pre-Chorus)

There’s a war in the quiet no one sees,

Between duty and the souls they can’t release…

(Chorus)

We are the voices through the static,

The calm inside the tragic,

Running toward what others flee…

We carry pain like it’s automatic,

Hearts bruised but never static,

Holding on so you can breathe…

From the cellblocks to the flames,

From broken streets to whispered names,

We stand where fear and courage meet—

We are the ones you never see…

(Verse 2)

Dispatch hears every final goodbye,

A mother’s scream, a child’s cry,

Counting seconds, steady tone,

Saving lives from a voice alone.

EMS with blood on their hands,

Fighting death where it stands,

Pulse fading, sirens scream—

They live in between hope and “it’s too late” dreams.

(Verse 3)

Corrections walk through steel and rage,

Locked inside another cage,

Eyes that carry stories dark,

Walking miles in a concrete heart.

Police chase shadows through the night,

Split-second calls, wrong or right,

Every badge holds silent weight—

Decisions that haunt long after fate.

(Bridge)

Firefighters step into the blaze,

Counting breaths in smoky haze,

They don’t ask who’s worth the fight—

They just run straight into the light.

And when it’s over… they go home,

But never really feel alone,

‘Cause echoes follow, voices stay—

The ones they couldn’t save that day…

(Chorus)

We are the voices through the static,

The calm inside the tragic,

Running toward what others flee…

We carry pain like it’s automatic,

Hearts bruised but never static,

Holding on so you can breathe…

From the bars to burning frames,

From desperate calls to whispered names,

We stand where fear and courage meet—

We are the ones you never see…

(Outro – soft, fading)

Operator (whisper, emotional but composed):

“EMS is arriving now… you did everything you could… I’m still here…”

[heart monitor flatline or steady beep depending on tone y