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Straits, States, and Static
World News: Rock Edition

Straits, States, and Static

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March 23, 2026
Straits, States, and Static
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Straits, States, and Static

Verse 1

In the narrows where the tankers crawl, The gates swung shut and the radios drawl. Steel hulls scarred, crews pray through the night, Prices climb like sirens, red in the light. “The greatest challenge,” the watchers cry, As Asia stares at a thinning sky. Back channels open, old foes get a call, Fertilizer, gas, and metals feel the fall.

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Chorus

World on a wire, engines run on doubt, Straits are burning, states are shouting out. Power flickers, markets shake the floor, Lines grow longer, truth can barely roar. Hold that course while thunder drowns the shore, Who’s at the wheel? We’re not sure anymore.


Verse 2

A promise to wind down scrawled on the feed, While boots hit the tarmac and war funds bleed. Barrels at sea get a last-minute pass, Allies can buy to cool down the gas. “Use their oil against them,” the money men say, But strategy smokes, then drifts away. Signals split like a broken guitar, Peace in the post, more troops in the car.

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Chorus

World on a wire, engines run on doubt, Straits are burning, states are shouting out. Power flickers, markets shake the floor, Lines grow longer, truth can barely roar. Hold that course while thunder drowns the shore, Who’s at the wheel? We’re not sure anymore.


Verse 3

A shuttered state leaves airports to choke, Agents walk off, the rest run broke. Hometown hubs drown in hours-long lines, Spring breakers stranded beneath glass signs. A threat to send badges that don’t fit the role, As jet fuel spikes punch holes in the whole. United cuts wings, the halls echo and ring, Recess be damned, let the phone still sting.

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Chorus

World on a wire, engines run on doubt, Straits are burning, states are shouting out. Power flickers, markets shake the floor, Lines grow longer, truth can barely roar. Hold that course while thunder drowns the shore, Who’s at the wheel? We’re not sure anymore.


Verse 4

Havana holds its breath by a candle’s glow, A plant coughs once, then the grids let go. Again this month, the island goes black, Surgeons stand still, then stagger back. They blame a blockade, ships turned away, The wells run dry, the nights grow gray. A lifeline cut when a neighbor fell, Whispers of takeover ride the swell.

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Verse 5

A gavel drops on a king of the feed, A deal “on hold” that misled the breed. Shares went slipping on the weight of a word, A record storm in a verdict heard. No scheme ordained, but the mark is there, Appeals on deck, regulators stare. A lesson in markets and megaphone might— When you move the needle, you’d better be right.

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Bridge

Tweets and fleets, grids and gates, Fortunes swing on fragile fates. Oil and toil, sparks and smoke, One more turn and the string might choke.


Final Chorus

World on a wire, engines run on doubt, Straits are burning, states are shouting out. Power flickers, markets shake the floor, Lines grow longer, truth can barely roar. Ride the feedback, punch through the roar, Hands on the wheel—kick down the door. If the lights go out, we’ll sing even more, Over the static, we become the core!

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