Thank you

Описание: Exercising my creative freedoms.
Lyrics: Tasha 2V, Album: Vote Out
Vocals: Tasha 2V, Music: DJ Isabis

Old men in suits, they sharpen the knives,
Drawing maps in blood, rewriting our lives.
We hand them the guns, we fund their parade,
Then watch us youth vanish in the wars they made.
Legacy hunters, chasing their crown,
Immortality carved by cutting us down.
We’re the expendable, cannon fodder crew,
History repeats, but the victims are new.


Thank you for putting us down,
For promises dressed in a hollow crown.
Thank you for cutting us short,
For the better life we’ll never report.
Thank you for feeding the flame,
For selling our futures in your name.
Thank you for putting us down,
We’re buried alive in your golden town.


Generals barking from towers of steel,
We bleed on the ground, they don’t feel what we feel.
Orders from men who will never be near,
We drown in the chaos, they sip on their beer.
We gave them the tools in good faith to fight,
Misery, poverty, injustice, the blight.
But they weaponized trust, turned hope into crime,
Now the youth pay the cost for their hunger of time.


Thank you for putting us down,
For the crisis you crown with our blood-soaked gown.
Thank you for cutting us short,
For the better life we’ll never report.
Thank you for burning our years,
For drowning our voices in maddened cheers.
Thank you for putting us down,
Your empire’s built on our funeral ground.


We gave you the crown, we gave you the stage,
You turned our consent into a war of rage.
We armed the aggressor, believed in the fight,
That justice and freedom would shine through the night.
But betrayal runs deep, immortality’s lie,
Your legacy grows while the young must die.
The shadows of promises broken and torn,
The youth of tomorrow already mourn.


Politicians preaching the future but lie,
Yet the ink they use is the blood we supply.
They carve their statues, they write their lore,
While we’re ghosts at twenty, forgotten at war.
We arm the aggressor, we vote them in place,
Then choke on regret when we see their face.
The paradox screams, it’s the youth who decay,
While the old men live on, safe far away.


Thank you for putting us down,
For the graves that you dig in our hometown.
Thank you for cutting us short,
For the better life we’ll never import.
Thank you for stealing our breath,
For trading our futures for dispensing death.
Thank you for putting us down,
We’re just ashes beneath your renown.

THANK YOU for putting us down,
For the lives you erased, for the futures you drowned.
THANK YOU for cutting us short,
For the better life we’ll never report.
THANK YOU for stealing our breath,
For trading our youth for your rotting breath.
THANK YOU for putting us down,
We who’ll survive the ruin, we’ll tear your crown.

Your legacy rots, we’ll shut it down.

The future you stole, we’ll turn around.

The crown that you stole, we’ll melt it down.

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Music prompting: Tasha 2V
Sound: Suno
Art prompting: Tasha 2V
Art: ChatGPT