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Helicopters, Street Fires & Neon
World News: Rock Edition

Helicopters, Street Fires & Neon

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5. Januar 2026
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Helicopters, Street Fires & Neon

Verse 1

Helicopters bite the midnight, rotor blades like drums, Commandos storm the barracks where the strongman slumbers numb. They haul him to the Hudson, northbound winter air, To face drug-trafficking counts beneath New York glare. Operation Absolute Resolve scorched across the sky, Moscow and Beijing thunder while the Council calls to vie. Caribbean routes go quiet, travelers sleep in rows, An interim at the podium cries “barbarity” to those.

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Chorus

Crank the world to overdrive, feel the power and the pain, Headlines like a kick drum, thunder in the vein. From raid-lit clouds to wildfire cries, From battery roads to a city that tries, We ride the fault line, steel in our eyes— Turn it louder, we won’t compromise.


Verse 2

The bazaar sparks the tinder where the shuttered stalls once sang, Currency dissolves like dust through every open hand. “Death to the dictator” rips the winter air, Sirens split the alleys, grief you cannot bear. A warning from the ocean: harm the peaceful and we come, While the ruler swears of order and a talk when day is done. Biggest roar since a woman’s name set history ablaze, Hunger wrapped in courage, marching through the haze.

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Chorus

Crank the world to overdrive, feel the power and the pain, Headlines like a kick drum, thunder in the vein. From raid-lit clouds to wildfire cries, From battery roads to a city that tries, We ride the fault line, steel in our eyes— Turn it louder, we won’t compromise.


Verse 3

On the factory floor a new electric crown is raised, BYD takes the highway while the old king looks amazed. An aging slate, the credits fade, the politics ignite, In far-off boulevards the numbers lose their bite. Plants rise by the straits and on a river’s bend, An island buys in torrents, trends begin to bend. Hybrids in the slipstream, plugs hum under lights, The scoreboard flips in silence on a thousand city nights.

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Verse 4

An oath beneath the iron in a temple of the rail, A Quran glows in tunnels where the ghostly echoes wail. Daylight on the steps as the square begins to cheer, Sanders lifts a hand, a Bronx fire rings clear. An immigrant at the helm with a promise cut in steel: Free buses in the boroughs, a rent freeze you can feel. Cradles in the city’s arms, a door forever wide— A barrier shattered by the people at his side.

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Chorus

Crank the world to overdrive, feel the power and the pain, Headlines like a kick drum, thunder in the vein. From raid-lit clouds to wildfire cries, From battery roads to a city that tries, We ride the fault line, steel in our eyes— Turn it louder, we won’t compromise.


Verse 5

By the Black Sea wind the euro finds its home, Bulgaria in the circle where the shared stars roam. Windows speak in double, prices pull and sting, Bread remembers yesterday, still the tills must ring. A welcome from the bankers, a chorus warm and bright, Yet a president asks loudly, “Where was the people’s right?” Is this anchor, is it ballast? Will it steady, will it rise? A country holds its breath beneath those open skies.

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Verse 6

Vegas neon surges, robots strut the stage, Chips like thunderclaps rattle every cage. Smaller minds in bodies, from wrist to rolling steel, AI drops the smoke screens—goes to work for real. OLED waves are crashing, Micro colors blaze, Laptops whisper futures in a sober, focused haze. A black jacket calls the tempo, less sparkle, more spin— From hype to the hands that build it: let the work begin.

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Final Chorus and Ending

Crank the world to overdrive, feel the power and the pain, Headlines like a kick drum, thunder in the vein. From raid-lit clouds to wildfire cries, From battery roads to a city that tries, We ride the fault line, steel in our eyes— Turn it louder, we won’t compromise. Raise your fists to the skyline, let the feedback roar, Street fires, soldered circuits—open up the door. If the world is breaking, we’ll bend it back to right— Plug in, stand up, strike the chord, and light the night.

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