Lines in the Ice, Lines in the Street
Lyrics & Sources
Lines in the Ice, Lines in the Street
Verse 1
Blue lights on the driveway, notebooks on the floor, Agents at the threshold kicking in the newsroom door. A byline under fire for chasing hidden truth, Pulitzer thunder echoes from the Capitol’s roof. They bag the wires and watches, call it state defense, But the free press roars back, this smell is ill intent.
Sources:
FBI agents search Washington Post reporter's home - Washington Post
FBI search of Washington Post reporter's home has newsrooms bracing - CNN
FBI searches a Washington Post reporter's home - NPR
FBI conducts raid on Washington Post reporter's home - Al Jazeera
FBI searches Washington Post reporter Hannah Natanson's home - CPJ
Chorus
Raise your voice above the static, feel the sirens beat, Lines in the ice and in the sand, and in the street. When the power grips the pen, let the amps repeat: We won’t fade, we won’t fold, we won’t retreat.
Verse 2
Cold steel in Greenland, boots on frozen stone, Allies drilling shadows where the compass groans. Talks crash on the shoreline, ambitions never sleep, A tug-of-war for island winds and secret deeps. Leaders claim the banner while embassies take root, The White House shrugs at warnings as the snowdrifts mute.
Sources:
European troops arrive in Greenland - PBS News
European troops arrive in Greenland - Euronews
Chorus
Raise your voice above the static, feel the sirens beat, Lines in the ice and in the sand, and in the street. When the power grips the pen, let the amps repeat: We won’t fade, we won’t fold, we won’t retreat.
Verse 3
A shutter slams on visas across a crowded map, “Public charge” invoked as borders tighten, snap. Families hold their breath while gates grind and stall, A promise of new lives turned into a wall. They’ll chase the shorter stamps as stadiums call loud, But home is more than tickets and a passing crowd.
Sources:
US freezes all visa processing for 75 countries - Fox News
U.S. to stop issuing immigrant visas for 75 countries - NBC News
Verse 4
A razor-thin deadlock on the Senate’s stage, The vice chair drops the gavel, locks the warbird’s cage unlocked. Two hands switch direction after whispers in the hall, A pledge for checks tomorrow while the bombs recall. A midnight strike that toppled thrones and stained the ground, The echoes of the fallen haunt the thunder’s sound.
Sources:
Thursday morning news: January 15, 2026 - WORLD
Chorus
Raise your voice above the static, feel the sirens beat, Lines in the ice and in the sand, and in the street. When the power grips the pen, let the amps repeat: We won’t fade, we won’t fold, we won’t retreat.
Verse 5
The ceasefire takes a breath and steps into its next, A technocrat assembly writes a fragile text. From Cairo’s weary tables to the sealed-off coast, An envoy holds the ledger for a self-styled host. Britain calls for daylight, for water, bread, and balm, But headwinds from the homeland shake the fragile calm.
Sources:
Verse 6
The gavel eyes the central bank, storms the marble hall, A rebuild and a hearing fuel a public brawl. The president throws daggers, taunts from center stage, While senators cross lines and call it pressure’s cage. Old guards of the money world circle, stand and say, Let the law light the dials, let the data lead the way.
Sources:
Fox Business
Bridge
Turn up the feedback, let the truth distort, From the newsroom to the ice field to the courtroom’s fort. If they cage the questions, let the chorus bite, If they dim the beacons, we become the light.
Final Chorus
Raise your voice above the static, feel the sirens beat, Lines in the ice and in the sand, and in the street. When the power grips the pen, let the amps repeat: We won’t fade, we won’t fold, we won’t retreat.
Outro
Kick the doors, cut the noise, keep the signal clean— Ink and thunder, grit and wonder, write the unseen.
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