Composed by Melanie Bradley
Verse 1) The sirens wail, a dissonant new tune Beneath a cold and unfamiliar moon The streets of marble, silent and so stark A whispered fear that lingers in the dark The monuments stand tall, a ghost of what they were While armored shadows watch, a chilling, constant blur The flags are lowered, flying half-mast low A new wind blowing, a seed the people sow.
(Chorus) In Washington, the city holds its breath A nation’s capital, a silent, living death The White House gates, no longer open wide The corridors of power, nowhere left to hide The Constitution’s pages, a forgotten, yellowed plea As one man’s will is all that’s left to see They say he’s holding on to what he’s earned But every single bridge has now been burned.
(Verse 2) The morning sun, it casts a steely gray Upon the faces watching from the day The cherry blossoms, wilting on the branch They whisper warnings of the coming avalanche The old debates are silenced, with a heavy, final hand The rule of law, a castle built on sand The press is quiet, the screens are all a blur Just one voice speaking, one commanding purr.
(Chorus) In Washington, the city holds its breath A nation’s capital, a silent, living death The White House gates, no longer open wide The corridors of power, nowhere left to hide The Constitution’s pages, a forgotten, yellowed plea As one man’s will is all that’s left to see They say he’s holding on to what he’s earned But every single bridge has now been burned.
(Bridge) The soldiers stand like statues in the square With eyes that see seem to care too much. The sound of boots in unison and time A nation’s rhythm, a most unsettling rhyme And people whisper secrets in the cold Of stories that can no longer be told.
(Outro) He’s got the city under his control A lonely man, in search of a soul. The lights are on, but nobody is home. The city waits, but will he ever roam?
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