Fault Lines on Fire
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Fault Lines on Fire

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January 17, 2026
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Fault Lines on Fire

Verse 1 – Minneapolis

Sirens on the snow and a name in the cold, Renee Good cut down by a badge on patrol. Another shot rings, streets swell like a tide, He threatens troops, the Act in his side. Justice eyes the governor, the mayor in the frame, A judge says no to revenge in the people’s name. Operation surges, agents flood the grid, Thousands hauled off for what they never did. Ellison and the cities call the dragnet a sham, “Unconstitutional,” they say, “we’re drawing a line in the dam.”

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Chorus

Fault lines on fire, from ice to desert sand, Power writes the headlines, we hold the pen by hand. Steel boots and speeches, walls and warning flares, But the streets keep breathing, we’re louder than their prayers. Oh, fault lines on fire, we won’t be pacified, Turn the amps up higher, truth will amplify.


Verse 2 – Gaza

They say phase two begins with a promise to rebuild, Demilitarize the ground where the air is stilled. A technocrat council with Ali Shaath at the helm, A Board of Peace above, sizing up the realm. But the truce feels brittle, the ledger’s stained red, Too many violations, too many dead. They demand disarmament, a pullback from the line, Yet soldiers hold the coastline more than halfway in time. Rafah stays shuttered till the last hostage is found, A ceasefire whispered over thunder’s sound.

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Chorus

Fault lines on fire, from ice to desert sand, Power writes the headlines, we hold the pen by hand. Steel boots and speeches, walls and warning flares, But the streets keep breathing, we’re louder than their prayers. Oh, fault lines on fire, we won’t be pacified, Turn the amps up higher, truth will amplify.


Verse 3 – Venezuela

A night raid in Caracas, a palace left bare, A president in cuffs says he’s a prisoner of war’s snare. Flown north to arraignment on narco-stained claims, He pleads his defiance as the world learns his name. An interim rises, the oil clocks spin, An opposition star brings a medal to him. The spy chief flies south, maps spread on the floor, Washington vows to run the state until it’s something more. Cuba whispers mourning for officers who fell, A country holds its breath in a courtroom’s spell.

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Chorus

Fault lines on fire, from ice to desert sand, Power writes the headlines, we hold the pen by hand. Steel boots and speeches, walls and warning flares, But the streets keep breathing, we’re louder than their prayers. Oh, fault lines on fire, we won’t be pacified, Turn the amps up higher, truth will amplify.


Verse 4 – Greenland

Under northern lights, engines carve the frost, Allies touch down where empires count the cost. Operation Endurance, boots on polar stone, Macron vows the triad of air, sea, bone. Tariffs like thunder if they block his claim, But Denmark draws a red line in NATO’s name. The island’s leader says, “We’re not to be owned,” While watchtowers glint on a glacier’s throne.

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Verse 5 – South Korea

A courtroom gavel falls in a capital’s rain, A former leader guilty of obstructing the chain. He called out the guards, forged papers in the night, A brief martial gambit sparked the nation’s fright. He swears an appeal as the docket grows long, Prosecutors push a penalty cold and strong. But the gallows sleep where a moratorium stands, A life measured out by judicial hands.

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Verse 6 – The Polls

A country checks its pulse and the verdict turns grim, Wrong tracks, wrong fights, and the cost runs thin. Most say he’s distant from the lives they live, Too little relief for what wallets give. Independents drifting, young hearts unimpressed, Latino voices weary, hopes under stress. The economy’s a chorus of patience wearing through, Faint faith in tomorrow, hungry for something new.

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Bridge

From lakefront marches to a shattered border wall, From polar dawn to courtrooms where the mighty fall, We’re the static through the silence, the thrum inside the wire, A million beating backbeats setting barricades on fire.


Final Chorus

Fault lines on fire, from ice to desert sand, Power writes the headlines, we hold the pen by hand. Steel boots and speeches, walls and warning flares, But the streets keep breathing, we’re louder than their prayers. Oh, fault lines on fire, strike the match, raise it higher— If they turn down the truth, we’ll turn up the amplifier.


Outro

No surrender in the feedback, no retreat in the roar, We are the breaking news they can’t ignore.

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