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Sirens, Crowns, and Deadlines

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February 20, 2026

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Sirens, Crowns, and Deadlines

Verse 1 — The Crown on the Line

Blue lights on a palace shadow, Trade stamps on a tarnished name. They say secrets crossed a dark horizon, Now the cuffs kiss royal fame. Released to a colder daylight, King says, let the gavel swing. First in ages, gates are shaking, After files burst everything.

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Chorus

Turn up the truth till the wires ignite, Drums like thunder, cut through the night. No one above it, no one below, We ride this reckoning, let the spotlight show. Hold the line, don’t look away, From crowns to code to wars at bay. Turn up the truth, don’t dim the signs— These are sirens, crowns, and deadlines.

Verse 2 — Flood of Names

A tide of pages, a broken silence, Faces flicker in a brutal reel. Experts call from a higher vantage: Bring the hidden to the wheel. They say the net was wide and ruthless, Bodies bought and borders crossed. No gold halo for the faithless— Law for all, or we are lost.

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Verse 3 — The Gulf’s Cold Pulse

A countdown written in smoke, Steel cities ride the foam. Engines hum in the strait’s black throat, Distant thunder, distant home. Talks in a careful Geneva whisper, No handshake seals the night. One side fortifies the mountain, The other flexes for a fight.

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Epstein files: UN experts demand accountability

Chorus

Verse 4 — Cold Rooms, Hot Maps

Maps bleed at a quiet table, Words march, no flags unfurled. Guns inch back in measured footsteps, But borders haunt the world. A nuclear shadow chills the doorway, Land and loss refuse to bend. They promise more hard midnights talking, Chasing daylight round the end.

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Verse 5 — Iron Verdict

Boot steps echoed in the chamber, Parliament under steel command. Judge drew lines through failed thunder, Gavel fell on a shaking land. Life behind an iron morning, Old ghosts finally named. First in long and bitter memory, Power answers, power shamed.

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Verse 6 — The Feed on Trial

Fluorescent courtroom, glass reflections, Blue glow under oath. He swears the gears aren’t built to hook you, Says they’ve walked a careful road. Kids and filters, age gate questions, Who’s left to face the choir? Some bowed out behind the curtains, The rest stand close to fire.

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Bridge

Hear the jets, hear the whispers, Hear the keys clack down the halls. Hear the boots, hear the gavel, Hear the names crash through the walls. If the peace is just a rumor, If the screen becomes a chain— Turn the amp past breaking point, Let the truth distort the frame.

Final Chorus

Turn up the truth till the wires ignite, Drums like thunder, cut through the night. No one above it, no one below, We ride this reckoning, let the spotlight show. Hold the line, make it resound, From shaking thrones to battlegrounds. Turn up the truth, we won’t resign— Sirens scream through crowns and deadlines.

Outro

Raise your voice, light the fuse, Let the old rules face the blues. Count no days—make it right: Justice loud, and mercy bright.

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