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Sirens Over a Burning World
World News: Rock Edition

Sirens Over a Burning World

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25. März 2026
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Sirens Over a Burning World

Verse 1

Weeks into the firestorms, DC says the line is open, Trump swears Tehran’s at the table, Vance and Rubio close in, Guardsmen brand it theater, say the markets are the token, As missiles scar Israeli nights, Gulf partners cut the din. Power‑grid targets put on hold, a pause that breeds derision, A loyalist to Mojtaba takes the chair where Larijani fell, Hegseth cools on ceasefire talk, the brass resist revision, Call‑ups swell in Israeli streets; the EU begs to quell. And Pakistan lays out a room, invites the rivals in, Tehran whispers: make it lasting, not another paper spin.

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Chorus

Sirens over a burning world, We’re dancing on a faultline made of wire and smoke. Sirens over a burning world, Keep the engines running, keep the bridges spoke by spoke. Trade the roar for a spoken word, Before the fuse outruns the hope.


Verse 2

A silver maple leaf comes down to kiss the midnight river, A red truck wanders into fate, a headset cracks and quivers, Cleared to cross then told to freeze, a voice admits the error, No beacon on the rig to wake the ground’s protective terror. The runway turns to mourning; the cockpit crew don’t make it home, The field falls silent, then reopens after day and night have flown, Investigators chase the tapes, the yawn inside the hour, When shutdowns starve the watchmen, even truth limps into power.

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Verse 3

Over jungle veins a Hercules rises, heavy, brave, Claws the sky then scrapes the green, a fire becomes a grave, Brass inside the belly cooks, the thunder stacks and shatters, Neighbors race on battered bikes, because a heartbeat matters. No ambush writes this headline, says the minister on scene, The president curses paperwork that jams the modern machine, While critics point to thinning hours, to hands that lack the practice, A gift from foreign hangars flew, refit fresh, and still met blackness.

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Chorus

Sirens over a burning world, We’re dancing on a faultline made of wire and smoke. Sirens over a burning world, Keep the engines running, keep the bridges spoke by spoke. Trade the roar for a spoken word, Before the fuse outruns the hope.


Verse 4

In Golders Green the quiet breaks, blue lights in synagogue glass, Masked cowards torch the lifelines meant to carry hurting past, Oxygen screams, the windows weep, but blessings spare the living, The Met says hate is in the spark, and terror’s hands are giving. A newborn banner claims the crime, with whispers out of Persia’s wars, Boasts of smoke in northern ports and cities by the shore, The prime walks out to promise care, to stand with those who heal, A country opens wallets wide, replaces hope and steel.

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Verse 5

In Manila, candles tremble at the thought of empty tanks, The strait that feeds the world is clenched, the markets pull their pranks, Marcos signs an amber code, a net to lift the frail, To ration light and steady hands when profiteers set sail. They talk of cutting levies down, of saving every spark, Of fuel for food and medicine when streets go dim and dark, Economists draw storm maps tied to crude that climbs like flame, A nation braces, knuckles white, and whispers through the rain.

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Verse 6

Up north a ruler plants his flag and welds it to the atom, Calls the South the nearest foe, calls the West a phantom, Says the choice is war or life, pick the road and own the reckoning, Parades the iron orchard, says the planting won’t be lessening. He sneers at talks with islands east that cling to older scripts, And vows to stand with those who rage at stripes on foreign ships, The chorus of the hardline swells, the world holds tight its breath, Another match above the fuse, another vow to death.

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Final Chorus

Sirens over a burning world, We’re dancing on a faultline made of wire and smoke. Sirens over a burning world, Keep the engines running, keep the bridges spoke by spoke. Turn the roar to a spoken word, Let the living write the code.


Outro

Ground the trucks, light the halls, Raise the phones, tear down the walls, Unclench the strait, unchain the road, Lift the healers, share the load. Kill the launch, call it off, Trade the drum for a steady cough, Turn the sirens into songs— And let the silence prove us strong.

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