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Fault Lines in the Cold
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Fault Lines in the Cold

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January 19, 2026
Fault Lines in the Cold
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Fault Lines in the Cold

Verse 1 – Minneapolis on the edge

Streetlights flicker over names we won’t forget, Renee Good, a mother, taken by an ICE silhouette. Another man from far away fell under the same cold hand, Crowds rise like winter smoke, reclaiming the frozen land. An airborne force on standby, the Guard waits at the gate, A judge says no to tear gas when the march is quiet and straight. The President threatens war words from a century’s old act, While Justice stares at City Hall, asking who held back. A pardoned loudmouth flees as the chorus starts to swell, Counter-voices flood the square, ringing liberty’s bell.

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Chorus

Raise your hands to the sirens and the snow, Where power meets the people, steel meets soul. From ice-bound borders to courts that hold, We’re breaking through these fault lines in the cold. Oh, we won’t be bought, we won’t be sold— Hear our hearts beat, loud and bold.


Verse 2 – Greenland’s price

He slammed the tariff hammer down on allies in the north, Over a frozen island dream he’s still pushing forth. Soldiers drilled on Arctic ice, he called it a dangerous game, But Europe answered back as one, refusing to bend or blame. From Paris to Copenhagen, London’s voice ran clear, Brussels lit the signal fires: gather, steady, near. In Nuuk the streets were shaking, old drums found a new tune— A capital of wind and water saying not so soon.

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Chorus

Raise your hands to the sirens and the snow, Where power meets the people, steel meets soul. From ice-bound borders to courts that hold, We’re breaking through these fault lines in the cold. Oh, we won’t be bought, we won’t be sold— Hear our hearts beat, loud and bold.


Verse 3 – Gaza’s next breath

A envoy calls the next step out: lay down the guns, rebuild, A technocratic compass set, a fragile promise willed. Ali Shaath takes the ledger, Mladenov walks the sand, A board of peace above it all with a heavy, guiding hand. But truce is always glass-thin when grief still fills the night, Bodies still unnamed by dawn, and crossings locked up tight. They say return what’s lost, disarm, and open gates— The desert holds its hourglass, and everyone waits.

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Chorus

Raise your hands to the sirens and the snow, Where power meets the people, steel meets soul. From ice-bound borders to courts that hold, We’re breaking through these fault lines in the cold. Oh, we won’t be bought, we won’t be sold— Hear our hearts beat, loud and bold.


Verse 4 – Seoul’s reckoning

A judge reads out the verdict where the palace shadows fall, A president turned prisoner for bending law to call. He rallied guards against the writ, rewrote the paper trail, Stifled voices at the table, tried to tip the scale. He vows to fight the gavel’s ring, the banners split the sky, Insurrection whispers linger, while old ghosts ask why. Impeachment carved its memory into the nation’s spine, A warning etched in granite: power has a line.

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Verse 5 – Avalanches in the Alps

The mountains roared their warning, the valley answered late, Fresh storms draped the ridgelines while skiers tempted fate. Three white dragons tumbled down, and silence took the slope, Rescuers spoke in heavy breaths of weather, choice, and hope. Across the peaks the tally grows, but we won’t speak in sums, Just names and echoes carried where the cold wind drums. A ranger’s sober message, clear as alpine stone: Heed the mountain’s whisper or it carves you to the bone.

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Breakdown

From city squares to ice-blue seas, From courtrooms to the cedar trees, From desert lanes to avalanche spines— We’re all walking fault lines.


Final Chorus

Raise your hands to the sirens and the snow, Where power meets the people, steel meets soul. From ice-bound borders to courts that hold, We’re breaking through these fault lines in the cold. Oh, we won’t be bought, we won’t be sold— Hear our hearts beat, loud and bold— Night to dawn, we take control— Fault lines break, we rock and roll.

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