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Subpoenas, Satellites & Safe Havens
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Subpoenas, Satellites & Safe Havens

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March 1, 2026
Subpoenas, Satellites & Safe Havens
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Subpoenas, Satellites & Safe Havens

Verse 1 — Capitol Spotlight

Under the marble glare and cameras’ eyes, A former president swore he saw no lies. “I did nothing wrong,” the echo rang, While flashbulbs popped and gavels sang. Photos flickered, names on flights, A brief acquaintance framed in lights. The chair read logs of doors and wings, While the other side said, “Call the king Of gilded towers—put him on the stand.” History knocks with a heavy hand.

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Chorus

This is the thunder age, Where truth and power share a stage. Rumors bite and records blaze, We ride the shock through wired haze. Hold the line, don’t lose your flame— In the feedback, speak the name. When the world shakes, beat the drum, We’re the chorus that won’t go numb.


Verse 2 — Code Red

Pentagon steel drew a redlined mark, Called one maker a national spark Too hot to hold, a supply chain storm, For keeping guardrails in their form. “Retaliation,” cried the lab of light, “We’ll see you in court, we’ll fight.” Hours later, a rival signed To thread the code through secret lines, With vows no eyes would scan our streets, No ghostly guns would choose their beats. In silicon trenches, ethics shiver— Who holds the switch, who owns the river?

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Chorus

This is the thunder age, Where truth and power share a stage. Rumors bite and records blaze, We ride the shock through wired haze. Hold the line, don’t lose your flame— In the feedback, speak the name. When the world shakes, beat the drum, We’re the chorus that won’t go numb.


Verse 3 — Red Rash Revival

An old fire breaks from a paper grave, Spotting the map like a warning wave. Schoolyard coughs, a fever’s tread, The weakest fall where trust has bled. From coastal pines to desert roads, The count climbs high in heavy loads. The badge of “gone” begins to fade, When needles stall and doubts are made. Roll up sleeves, protect the small— Science stands to catch the fall.

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Verse 4 — The Gilded Scream

War drums rumble over distant sand, And gold sparks out of shaking hands. Records melt into shining streams, Safe-haven hymns and bullion dreams. Inflation growls, the banks all buy, Silver howls at a worried sky. Analysts whisper higher peaks, As fear turns cash to metal streaks.

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Verse 5 — Moon on Hold

A giant waits beneath a salted sky, Helium hisses, ghosts drift by. Hydrogen memories haunt the pad, The crawler rolls, the watchers mad. Crew stand down, steel hearts in tune, Eyes still locked on a patient Moon. No date declared till dress is clean, But every setback oils the machine. We’ll trace that arc through night’s deep dome, To plant the future in lunar loam.

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Bridge

Raise your hands for truth on trial, For code with a soul and a restless file, For kids who need a living shield, For rockets poised to break the field. If gold is faith when nerves are cold, Let courage be the rarer gold.


Final Chorus and Outro

This is the thunder age, Where truth and power share a stage. Rumors bite and records blaze, We ride the shock through wired haze. Hold the line, don’t lose your flame— In the feedback, speak the name. Count it down, the amps ignite, Every doubt meets amplified light. Blacklists, outbreaks, soaring ore, Delays and oaths and courtroom roar— Turn it up, let justice ring, Wire the stars to the songs we sing. We won’t break, we won’t be done, Strike the chord—watch the future run.

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