WHISPERS FEOM THE DARK

Verse 1

They carved the stone with trembling hands

While the ink was still wet on the land

"Beware the chains they call a crown

Beware the banks that pull you down"

Washington saw the standing guns

Jefferson warned of the moneyed ones

Adams said power never sleeps

Franklin watched the lightning creep

They left the letters in the dust

They left the warnings in the rust

But the ink dried black and the blood ran thin

And the doors they locked from within

Chorus

Whispers from the dark

Voices older than the flag they tore

Whispers from the dark

Generations of the same closed door

They bought the marble, bought the laws

They bought the silence after wars

Whispers from the dark

Now the founding fathers' ghosts

Are knocking on the doors they closed

Verse 2

Ancient houses, ancient names

Same blood moving through the frames

They trade the seats like family thrones

While the cameras smile and the cameras drone

They write the treaties in the night

They move the borders out of sight

From the halls of marble to the glass towers

The same hands counting the same hours

America first, then the map unfolds

Every capital wears the same gold

They don't need armies when they own the debt

They don't need crowns when they own the net

Chorus

Whispers from the dark

Voices older than the flag they tore

Whispers from the dark

Generations of the same closed door

They bought the marble, bought the laws

They bought the silence after wars

Whispers from the dark

Now the founding fathers' ghosts

Are knocking on the doors they closed

Bridge

(spoken / half-growled)

"If once they become inattentive to the public affairs... you and I, and Congress and Assemblies, judges and governors shall all become wolves."

— Jefferson

They told us then.

They told us then.

And the wolves learned to wear the flag.

Final Chorus

Whispers from the dark

Across the oceans, across the years

Whispers from the dark

Every border disappears

They don't need a king when they own the keys

They don't need a throne when they own the seas

Whispers from the dark

The world is one long hall

And the lights are going out in every hall

Outro

(fading, layered whispers)

They warned us...

They warned us...

The ink is dry.

The doors are locked.

Whispers... from the dark.