I'm so sorry that you all suffer in such a way, because how to fight??? it's why I'll never go to America, it looks pretty but we have a safer place,,,,, so many ignore too, the way Americans fight with each other is scary afff, they don't seem to have critical thinking, it's not the preservatives, but then again, you guys have way more chemical added to the food

sorry, I think about these things all the time actually xxx hurts me because I can't save everybody unless they STAND UPPP

i am always,,, so in some kind of rage because yeah like you say it's too late to wake the dead, but they grab us and drag us down.... x I hope you get resultion in your country and get some peace x he be in control of any red button eh

women esp deserve so much better there omggg! I don't know how to help you all

puuh heavy stuff. but you are right with your words. day by day its getting more diffucult to change this. the world is gettin' darker every day.

Beautiful power. I certainly hope more wake up. 👊✌️💙

“Can’t say we didn’t warn ya…” — another super track Vick

This song is a powerful commentary on the disillusionment of those who once supported Trump but are finally waking up to his true nature. It's a reflection of the frustration and anger felt by many who are realizing too late the damage his presidency is inflicting on our country. With lyrics that paint a vivid picture of a nation torn apart by systemic injustice, corruption, and inequality, the song is a call to action for those who are willing to stand up against the status quo. It's a message to those who danced in the flames of Trump's rhetoric, but are now feeling the burn of his policies. The song is a testament to the resilience of those who refuse to be silenced, and a rallying cry for the youth who are rising up to demand change and dig up the truth. It's a reminder that even in the face of overwhelming adversity, we have the power to create change and fight for a better future.

https://thinkbigpicture.substack.com/p/trump-six-months-second-term?facebookchat=


LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
The streets are filled with silence now
The banners torn, the voices drowned
He signs the laws behind closed doors
While justice begs outside the courts

The children cry in border camps
As flags of hate are tightly clamped
A second chance, a fatal blow
We warned them once—they let him go

[Pre-Chorus]
You see it now, don’t you?
The rot behind the gold
You feel it now, don’t you?
The grip so cold, so old

[Chorus]
It’s too late to wake the dead
But we still scream for what was said
You danced in fire, now we burn
Will you ever learn? Will you ever learn?

He paints the future black and red
And feeds the lie that never bled
We’re marching slow through all he’s torn
But we were never born to mourn

[Verse 2]
The sky lit up in midnight flames
For oil, for pride, for power games
He bombs a world that can’t fight back
And calls it peace—just war in drag

He strips the schools, he culls the light
Then bribes the dark to praise his fight
And all the names he left behind
Are buried deep in bills he signed

[Pre-Chorus]
You feel it now, don’t you?
The weight of what he stole
You hear it now, don’t you?
A fractured nation's soul

[Chorus]
It’s too late to wake the dead
But we still scream for what was said
You danced in fire, now we burn
Will you ever learn? Will you ever learn?

He paints the future black and red
And feeds the lie that never bled
We’re marching slow through all he’s torn
But we were never born to mourn

[Verse 3]
He drapes the cross in tarnished gold
And sells our mercy, cheap and cold
He rules through fear and whispered threats
With every echo, we forget

But truth still burns beneath the skin
Of every loss we hold within
We bit our tongues—but not again
Our silence breaks like shattered pen

[Bridge]
So here’s a song for those who knelt
For every blow you never dealt
For every vote you thought was “meh”
For freedoms lost without regret

The youth are rising, brown and brave
Digging truth from every grave
You saw the mask—now face the man
We’re not afraid. We understand.

[Chorus]
It’s too late to wake the dead
But we still scream for what was said
You danced in fire, now we burn
Will you ever learn? Will you ever learn?

He paints the future black and red
And feeds the lie that never bled
We’re marching slow through all he’s torn
But we were never born to mourn

[Final Chorus]
It’s too late to wake the dead
Still we whisper what was said
And if we fade beneath this storm
Let it be in protest, not in scorn
We’re marching slow through all he’s torn
But we were never born to mourn

[Outro]
Too late to wake the dead…
But not too late to rise instead.


Too Late to Wake the Dead

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Songwriting has been a lifelong passion for me, dating back to elementary school when I first began crafting stories, poems, and eventually lyrics. As a former drummer in various bands, I always relied on others to bring my words to life musically. However, after a long hiatus from drumming, I decided to take the leap and learn to compose music to accompany my lyrics. Through classes and dedication, I've embarked on a new journey, breathing fresh life into old lyrics and penning new ones. You'll find a mix of older and newer works here. Especially for some of the lyrics. 

Music has been a part of me for as long as I can remember. One of my earliest memories is being completely entranced by 'The Little Drummer Boy' as a very young child. There was something about the rhythm and the melody that just captivated me. I must have played it a thousand times, wearing the record out, and from that moment on, I was hooked. I knew I wanted to be a drummer and to create that magic for others. 

But I was too young then, and of course, I couldn't afford a drum set just yet. So, I turned to writing as a way to express myself. As I mentioned above, I started with stories, then poems, and eventually, lyrics. I found that writing was not only a way to tap into my creativity, but also a way to process my emotions and experiences. 

As I grew older, my love for music only deepened. I realized that music has this incredible power to transport us to different times and places, to evoke emotions and memories that we thought were long forgotten. It's a universal language that can bring people together like nothing else can. 

For me, writing lyrics is a cathartic experience. It's a way for me to tap into my emotions, to process the world around me, and to create something that I hope will resonate with others. And when I hear my words come to life in a song, it's truly magical. It's a feeling that never gets old, and it's what keeps me coming back to music time and time again. 

I love many genres of music and artists of many genres. And if you listen to some of my songs, you will find that I like to make songs of different genres as well as mix different genres into each song. One of my all-time favorite bands is Evanescence, and I have made a lot of songs where I have tried my best to emulate that sound. 

Now, I have recently started experimenting with new sounds. I never heard of glitch beats before I took music classes, and now I'm fascinated with the sound, so I have been experimenting with glitch beats recently. 

I hope you enjoy some of my songs. And thanks so much to everyone who has been listening so far. I truly appreciate it. I welcome constructive feedback to help me grow as an artist, and I appreciate your support. ❤️





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