Jasad - Siliwangi

Lyrics 

Needle bites the lacquer… neon chokes the sky.
Feathers turn to cinders, hear the metronome die.


Feathers burned to ash, pearls like teeth in the gutter,
Streetlights flicker cold—hear the city stutter.
Clarinet a ghost, drowned under iron rain,
Four-to-the-floor like boots on a midnight train.


Flip the switch from sepia to soot,
Art-deco heart with a steel-shod foot.


Charleston in chrome!
Ash on the metronome.
We grind time to bone—
Dance till the lights are gone.
Charleston in chrome!
Rust in the saxophone.
Past on a broken throne—
We waltz in the cyclone.


Newsboy visor cracked, fringe like razor wire,
Upright bass now a chain, dragging through the fire.
Gramophone a siren in a blackout zone,
We toast the ruins with gasoline and stone.


Cut the highs… roll the lows…
Let the vinyl ghost compose.




Hands to the sky, smoke in the lung,
Claps on two while the church bells rung—
Filter to black… then drop like a blade,
Chrome in the bloodstream, debt fully paid.




Charleston in Chrome Blackened Requiem - HD

Burn The Faith

Text:
Verse 1
Twenty bucks for a cut, I pay and I’m gone,
But in parliament the blow-dry goes on.
Tax-paid powder, a smile on demand,
While justice slips right out of hand.

Pre-Chorus
They pose in the mirror, we count every cent,
That’s not glamour, it’s a crack in the cement.

Chorus
Money flows elsewhere, not where it burns,
We pay for the show, but get nothing in return.
Money flows elsewhere, not where it’s real,
Styling on the bill while the people can’t heal.

(solo)

Verse 2
Scissors in the barbershop, click-clack cheap,
But up on the hill, the gold runs deep.
Make-up on flights, we’re saving on meals,
They powder their foreheads, we’re chained to the wheels.

Pre-Chorus
They pose in the mirror, we count every cent,
That’s not glamour, it’s a crack in the cement.

Chorus
Money flows elsewhere, not where it burns,
We pay for the show, but get nothing in return.
Money flows elsewhere, not where it’s real,
Styling on the bill while the people can’t heal.

(solo)

Bridge
The scissors cut deeper than hair on the floor,
Each strand is a symbol of who they ignore.
They talk of duty, of carrying the weight,
But behind the make-up, there’s nothing but state.

Final Chorus
Money flows elsewhere, we see it so bright,
The spotlight is shining, but nothing is right.
Money flows elsewhere, we’re stuck in the rain,
They pose for the cameras, we’re left with the pain.

Lose It All - Reborn

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