True Freedom

Verse 1

I see the world through a screen, another broadcast of pain,

Children running from the airstrikes in the middle of rain.

While the men in the suits sign the contracts of death,

Trading human lives away with a comfortable breath.

Genocide televised, but the morals are blind,

Leaving fragments of a history we're too eager to hide.

Corruption in the boardrooms, stealing food from the plate,

Building empires of sorrow on a foundation of hate.

They talk about "freedom" like a prize you can buy,

As millions starve in the shadow of a corporate sky.

Maps are drawn with the ink of the innocent bled,

While the truth gets buried quietly in oceans of red.

Hook / Refrain

And they call this freedom when the markets ascend,

While an entire generation comes to a tragic end.

True freedom ain't a flag or a stamp on a page,

It's a whisper of defiance against a world full of cage.

Verse 2

We sit back in comfort while the other side burns,

Waiting for a lesson that nobody ever learns.

The media spins it, keeps the masses asleep,

While the profits are high and the graves are too deep.

But freedom is a state of the mind and the soul,

When you look at the fracture and you fight for control.

It's keeping your empathy when everything's cold,

Refusing to be bought and refusing to be sold.

So we write it in the rhythm, let the jazz chords play,

To wash the contamination of the system away.

No chains on the spirit, even if the hands are tied,

We carry the storm of the truth deep inside.