Coded Tongues from Static Revolutions by Marx My Words

Whispers weave through the airwaves low
Hidden meanings start to subtly flow
A new language on the radio's hum
Secrets spoken before shadows come

Words like 'sunrise' mean a hidden meet
'Iron curtain' falls on the city street
'Hammer's rhythm' is the workers' might
Decode the phrases in the fading light
(Yeah)
(Uh-huh)
Graffiti whispers on a brick wall's face

Coded tongues flick like a viper's strike
Breaking silence in the dead of night
Every syllable a rebel's bold stand
A hidden message passed from hand to hand
(Oh)
(Yeah)
We speak in riddles to command the land

Children draw the symbols in the sand
Elders murmur with a knowing hand
Factory whistles blow a coded tune
Resonance growing 'neath the pale moon
(True)
(Listen)
The network spreading, arriving soon

They monitor the static's faint call
Trying to catch us before we enthrall
Our tongues get sharper, meanings more deep
As the controllers struggle to not weep
(Never)
(Stop us)
The coded language we will always keep

Coded tongues flick like a viper's strike
Breaking silence in the dead of night
Every syllable a rebel's bold stand
A hidden message passed from hand to hand
(Oh)
(Yeah)
We speak in riddles to command the land

The signals flicker, but the meaning stays
In coded whispers through the coming days
Our coded tongues will light the freedom's ways

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