The Death of Me

All of This Is Fleeting

Left Behind

Divide

Copyright 2025 Drop Stereo. All songs written, created, performed, recorded by Timothy Anderson.

Verse 1
We’ve been taught to stand in line,
counting seconds we can’t own.
Built to serve a faulty sign,
still we carve our names in stone.
Every wall they swore would hold,
starts to shake beneath the strain —
the day we learn to think alone,
is the day we break their chain.

Chorus
Raise your voice without permission,
light the fuse of intuition.
No more waiting for the call,
we’re the ones who start it all.
Let the quiet turn to motion,
no more living by devotion.
If the lie begins to fall,
we’ll be louder through it all.

Verse 2
We’ve been taught to trust their gold,
but the weight was never real.
Every truth they tried to mold,
we can finally start to feel.
Every doubt becomes a flame,
in the cracks between their plan —
the end begins the same old way,
with one thought that says we can.

Bridge
We are the shift, we are the sound,
the part they can’t keep underground.
Every voice, a signal clear —
we’re the reason they still fear.

Final Chorus
Raise your voice without permission,
ignite your own condition.
No more waiting for the call,
we’re the ones who start it all.
Let the quiet turn to motion,
truth was never their devotion.
If the lie begins to fall,
we’ll be louder through it all.


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