Dear Sleeper - The Divine Aesthetic

Beneath Black Glass

[Verse 1]
They built their towers on broken backs, On stolen lands and railroad tracks. From Congo mines to Bengal fields, They took the gold, ignored the yields. They called it progress, called it trade, But it was blood that their fortunes made. They dressed it up in suits and ties, But we see the truth behind the lies.

[Chorus]
We found out! We know what built your throne. We found out! It’s carved in flesh and bone. Don’t ask us to join the ranks of pain— We won’t be cast aside again. You wrote your wealth on history’s doubt— But yeah… We found out!

[Verse 2]
They built empires with corporate hands, Left ghost towns in forgotten lands. They sold the grind as noble fate, While they dined behind the golden gate. They knew the numbers, knew the cost, But they chose profit over the lost. They knew the pain, they knew the score— But they kept building more and more.

[Bridge]
From sweatshops stitching branded lies, To oil fields under burning skies, From slaves in chains to wage despair, They built their wealth on stolen air. And now they smile, pretend it’s clean, But we’ve decoded the machine. We won’t be cogs, we won’t be ghosts— We’ll rise and haunt your gilded hosts.

[Final Chorus]
We found out! We know what built your throne. We found out! It’s carved in flesh and bone. Don’t ask us to join the ranks of pain— We won’t be cast aside again. You wrote your wealth on history’s doubt— But yeah… We found out!

Yeah, We found Out!

A character song from my upcoming dystopian novel: THE POSITIVITY INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX. Check out the album for more character songs.

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Yeah, I'm just a man with two hands,
Can't change what everyone understands
I know folks rather stay positive
Than hear truth that makes 'em sensitive

Yeah, it’s depressing, I know
This unfiltered reality show
There's more comfort beneath the ceiling
Than pain that comes from truly feeling

[Chorus]
Tell me friends, what is to be done?
When the weight of change weighs like a ton?
I'm finding my way to the tribune
'Cause a new world can't come too soon

Riding train to the end of the line
Where from our frowns, our hope can still shine
Even if our intellect's pessimistic
Our will to act will stay optimistic

The old world is reaching final station
New one will birth from old generation
But in interregnum we wander
Beware, this is time of monsters

[Chorus]

Can't bear this burden alone
But I won’t shrug like ones on the throne
So rest with me, lie by my side
Hold my hand and half the sky with pride

[Chorus]

Dear Sleeper - The Divine Aesthetic

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