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Faultlines and Thunder
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Faultlines and Thunder

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March 10, 2026
Faultlines and Thunder
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Faultlines and Thunder

Verse 1 – Tehran Succession

Smoke on the minarets, a crown passed in the dark, A son steps from the shadows, iron in his heart. Never on a ballot, but the guard drums loud, Sanctions at his shoulders, hardliners in the crowd. “Lightweight,” some thunder, “unacceptable,” the taunt, Missiles point like fingers, vows of future haunt. Moscow sends a promise, Beijing draws a line, Door to talks swings shut, for now, a colder time.

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Chorus

World on fire, wheels still turning, Steel on steel, the edges burning. From deserts to capitals, the headlines roar, Hold the line, hold the line, we’ve been here before. Hearts like engines, fate grows thinner, Lose or learn, the only winner. Raise your voice above the thunder, We won’t break, we won’t go under.


Verse 2 – Strait of Hormuz Shock

Black water stands still where tankers used to glide, Drones scratch the skyline, rockets graze the tide. Oil screams to the ceiling, biggest break in the chain, Refiners call force majeure, it’s gasoline rain. Fields slow their beating, markets spin and sway, Leaders talk of stockpiles to keep the wolves at bay. A vow to “take the strait” shakes prices from the ledge, Asia drops like anchors, Wall Street walks the edge.

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Chorus

World on fire, wheels still turning, Steel on steel, the edges burning. From deserts to capitals, the headlines roar, Hold the line, hold the line, we’ve been here before. Hearts like engines, fate grows thinner, Lose or learn, the only winner. Raise your voice above the thunder, We won’t break, we won’t go under.


Verse 3 – Embassy Night in Oslo

Midnight on cold cobblestones, a flash at the gate, An ember at the embassy, a message without a face. No blood on the pavement, just smoke and a scar, Dogs in the alleys, drones tracing stars. “Unacceptable,” the gavel, as sirens hum low, Eyes on the threat board, but levels hold slow. A world on alert, from fjords to the sand, The fuse may be small, but fear travels the land.

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Chorus

World on fire, wheels still turning, Steel on steel, the edges burning. From deserts to capitals, the headlines roar, Hold the line, hold the line, we’ve been here before. Hearts like engines, fate grows thinner, Lose or learn, the only winner. Raise your voice above the thunder, We won’t break, we won’t go under.


Verse 4 – Frozen Payroll Blues

Cold wind through the time clocks, help wanted signs fade, Pink slips in pockets where paychecks were made. A strike on the ward floor, hard hats on the ground, Freight lines go quiet, federal halls lose sound. Job hunts grow longer, the compass spins wide, The bank holds its fire, watching the tide. Oil heat in the prices, a word fans the pain— Stagflation in whispers, storm in the grain.

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Verse 5 – Heartland Tornadoes

Spring showed its teeth, the sky tore a seam, Sirens like church bells in a fever dream. Homes turned to splinters, oaks turned to knives, Power lines fallen, prayers for lives. Children in the headlines, governors on the wire, Orders for action in the wake of the fire. Early-season fury, a record carved in air, Neighbors dig with bare hands, grief said in a stare.

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Verse 6 – Kathmandu’s Ballot Revolt

Drumbeats in the valley, a new flag unfurled, A party born yesterday wakes an older world. An ex-rapper at the mic, promises clean and bright, Old lions dethroned under floodlights of night. “Ballot revolt,” they’re calling it in print, A landslide of young hope, a future in flint. Vows for clinics and classrooms, corruption to the floor, A prime minister rising from the street to the door.

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Final Chorus and Ending

World on fire, wheels still turning, Steel on steel, the edges burning. From stormfronts to skylines, the headlines roar, Hold the line, hold the line, we’ve been here before. Hearts like engines, fate grows thinner, Lose or learn, the only winner. Turn it up, feel the ground shiver— We write the headline, we make it deliver. Thunder breaks—then we answer with more.

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