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[Verse 1]
Boots on our streets, badges bright,
They knock doors in the dead of night.
“Hands up, you’re illegal” — the phrase they shout,
But where’s the crime when your life’s all about?

They say they protect, they say they serve,
But fear’s the currency they preserve.
Families torn for a number, a check,
And dignity’s the price they neglect.

[Pre-Chorus]
Your factories chirp with deportation codes,
And my city bleeds where your van unloads.

[Chorus]
Hands up for nothing, knees to the ground,
Your law’s blind, your blind man’s crown.
We’re not the targets of your show,
We’re human lives — you still don’t know.

(solo)

[Verse 2]
What if this happens on our street, too?
When the state becomes a boot on you.
You sell fear to the highest bid,
But you can’t buy conscience, you can’t live hid.

They call it justice, call it order,
But it’s money in the ledger, cold border.
And if this spreads to our shores unseen,
Then we’ll remember who watched the screen.

[Bridge – Spoken]
When the guards knock at midnight,
Who’s counting the cost they light?
And when the trophies of fear are built,
We stand, we shout — they feel our guilt.

(solo)

[Final Chorus]
Hands up for nothing, voices rise instead,
We’re the names in the shadows you read.
No king in your vest, no crown in your hands,
We reclaim our rights, we reclaim our lands.

[Outro – ruhig, mit leisem Guitar/Pad]
You may turn the world into numbers,
but we’ll turn your fear into thunder.

Hands Up For Nothing

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Hands Up For Nothing

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