Verse 1:
We stand on the brink, society in flames,
History erodes, rewriting all the names.
Voices in the dark, challenging the truth,
Fighting for the roots, defending what’s been proved.

Pre-Chorus:
They tear down the icons, the heroes we’ve known,
In the chaos of lies, the seeds of doubt are sown.
But through the noise, a whisper remains,
In defense of the past, we break these chains.

Chorus:
We’re breaking the silence, rising through the pain,
Defending the truth, in this endless rain.
Against the tide of lies, we hold the line,
In the war for our past, the truth will shine.

Verse 2:
They cast stones at the giants, shadows of the great,
Rewriting the story, fueled by their hate.
From Churchill to Jefferson, they erase the past,
In a storm of deceit, we make our stand fast.

Pre-Chorus:
The pages are burning, the lessons they hide,
But the echoes of truth will never subside.
We carry the torch, through the darkest night,
In the battle for history, we’ll fight for what’s right.

Chorus:
We’re breaking the silence, rising through the pain,
Defending the truth, in this endless rain.
Against the tide of lies, we hold the line,
In the war for our past, the truth will shine.

Bridge:
In the ashes of reason, we find our way,
Against the falsehoods, we’ll never sway.
For the roots run deep, in the soil of the wise,
We’ll rise from the ruins, with fire in our eyes.

Breakdown:
The myths they create, the history they twist,
In the defense of the truth, we raise our fists.
From the ashes of lies, we forge our path,
In the face of deceit, we unleash our wrath.

Chorus:
We’re breaking the silence, rising through the pain,
Defending the truth, in this endless rain.
Against the tide of lies, we hold the line,
In the war for our past, the truth will shine.

Outro:
In the echoes of time, our voices will be,
The guardians of truth, through eternity.
Against the darkness, we’ll stand tall,
In defense of civilization, we answer the call.

We Stand On The Brink

Winnipeg composer, retired from the farm, still chasing meaning in melody. My work lives where TV cues meet YouTube soundscapes, with a few albums in between. Built in Mixcraft Pro, fuelled by late-night coffee, stubborn curiosity, and a Stoic’s sense of timing. Also writing on politics, history, and philosophy, because sound isn’t my only instrument.

We Stand On The Brink

Wayne Mathison