A Terrorist State

Описание: YOU KNOW WHICH COUNTRY THIS SONG IS ABOUT #P!AKIS#AN ||
LYRICS :
[Verse 1]
Fast facts, pull receipts, not rumors
School books burning, kids stuck in the fumes of
Proxy games, old flames, double-deal charade
Smile for the West while you sharpen the blade
Safe houses, safe routes, “we lost the file”
Meanwhile leaders lean back, crocodile smile
Reports in the drawers like skeleton stacks
Names on the watchlist still slip through the cracks
Borderlines bleed where the black cash flows
Denial on the mic while the training camp grows
“Strategic depth,” that’s a graveyard phrase
Plant seeds in the dark, watch the region blaze
Flip-flop speeches on live TV
One day “allies,” next day “not we”
Blame gets bounced like a counterfeit bill
Mouth says peace while the maps say kill

[Verse 2]
Flights go down and the truth goes missing
Journalists jailed for the crime of “listening”
Deep state shadows, long reach, short fuse
Threats in the inbox, “careful what you choose”
Safe havens hosted under neon flags
Meanwhile neighbors zip up body bags
UN lines filled with polished denial
On the ground, roadside bombs in a pile
Funds for schools lost in elite estates
Steel gates, guard dogs, armored plates
Refugee camps packed, hope run thin
Kids learn revenge before they learn to read again
Drone shots, dossiers, redacted names
Still the same circuits feed the same flames
“Not on our soil,” but the trail says “here”
Paper-thin claims get shredded by the fear

[Verse 3]
Numbers don’t lie when the graphs climb steep
Casualty curves that you pray stay cheap
Banned groups splinter then “reborn” in a week
New badge, same guns, same preacher’s speech
Signed peace pacts then a backroom breach
Ghost militants slip where the checkpoints reach
Airwaves flood with a scripted spin
“Foreign plot” chorus to the same old hymn
Aid money wired for displaced lives
Detours, disappears, then a new car drives
Palaces gleam while the power cuts sting
Hospitals beg for a bandage, a spring
History class skips what the victims know
Who paid, who stayed, who staged the show
This isn’t about flags, this isn’t some sport
It’s bodies on the border while leaders distort

[Verse 4]
Anti-terror talk from a gold-plated chair
But the most wanted walk like they breathe clean air
One hand points at the global stage
The other scribbles deals in a secret cage
Lists of demands, then a “lost” command
Signal jammed right when they should stand
Radar locked but the will goes weak
Some enemies sacred, justice stays meek
Refugees ask who armed their past
Who stamped the passport that let hate last
Paper trails run through the same tight ring
Same surnames float when the probes begin
You can’t preach peace with a forked tongue grin
Call it faith while you bankroll sin
Fact after fact like a bodycount drum
Until the safe-house walls finally come undone