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Fault Lines: Rockets, Rights, and the Price of Fire
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Fault Lines: Rockets, Rights, and the Price of Fire

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April 1, 2026
Fault Lines: Rockets, Rights, and the Price of Fire
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Fault Lines: Rockets, Rights, and the Price of Fire

Verse 1

War grips the water where tankers thread a narrow vein, The world’s oil artery choked by flame and chain. The watchdog calls it the biggest squeeze the market’s seen, Prices climb like sirens, futures taut and mean. Reserves run thin, talk of cliffs and recession’s drum, A deadline thrown from Washington — Tehran, here we come.

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Verse 2

In marble halls the justices weigh a birthright word, An order signed on return, a promise blurred. To end the cradle claim for kids of those without a lasting key, Lower benches said it breaks the Constitution’s decree. A precedent from a bygone century hangs in the air, “Who is an American?” echoes everywhere.

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Chorus

Hold the line on the fault lines, feel the world ignite, Courts and rockets, laws and markets, day bleeds into night. We’re wired to the thunder, we’re singing through the strain, On the edge of breaking, we become the flame.


Verse 3

Artemis lights the dusk, Orion cuts the dark, A free-return around the Moon, a streaking spark. Reid at the helm with Victor, Christina, Jeremy in stride, Ceilings shatter in the black with every mile of glide. Color line and gender bars fall beyond Earth’s blue skin, An international banner rides the void — and we all lean in.

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Verse 4

Drones hum east to north, a steel-winged, sleepless choir, Ust-Luga, Primorsk smolder, Yaroslavl’s kissed by fire. A counter to a storm of steel that rained on Ukraine’s nights, Moscow’s coffers swelled by war’s high-price lights. Kyiv says spies passed eyes in the sky to Tehran’s hands, And lashes at waivers that loosened crude-borne strands.

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Chorus

Hold the line on the fault lines, feel the world ignite, Courts and rockets, laws and markets, day bleeds into night. We’re wired to the thunder, we’re singing through the strain, On the edge of breaking, we become the flame.


Verse 5

The Knesset’s gavel falls — a rope, a gallows frame, Death by hanging set as rule in terror’s name. For Palestinians under soldiers’ courts, no appeal in sight, While citizens at home stand apart in different light. Ben-Gvir cheers, the premier nods, protests flood the land, The rights chief cries “war crime,” Europe raises a hand. America bites its tongue, groups demand repeal, B’Tselem warns convictions come like grinding steel.

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Verse 6

The job board dims to embers, hiring’s breath runs cold, Fewer hands are taken in, more stories left untold. Open doors swing slowly, quits turn into stays, Hard hats and white collars feel the thinning days. Energy shock from distant war bites into the till, Prices or hours, cuts or climbs — owners choose their will.

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Bridge/Final Chorus

So turn it up — the courts may thunder, the engines roar, Tankers stall and rockets soar. Crowds are chanting, markets fray, Yet we still find a song to play. Hold the line on the fault lines, let the amplifiers ring, From Moonlight arcs to picket sparks — we rise, we swing. We’re wired to the thunder, we’re louder than the pain, On the edge of breaking — we become the flame, again. Turn the night to morning — make the fault lines sing!

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