Fractured Silence from Static Revolutions by Marx My Words

The air is thick, the signal gone cold
No rebel voices, no stories told
Just empty space where anthems did fly
A sudden hush beneath a fake sky

Fractured silence, the echoes remain
A broken broadcast, a lingering pain
They cut the power, they killed the sound
But whispers of freedom still flutter around (still flutter)

The sirens wail, the hounds start to hunt
For digital ghosts, they confront
Each silent radio, each darkened screen
Erasing the truth that has just been

Fractured silence, the echoes remain
A broken broadcast, a lingering pain
They cut the power, they killed the sound
But whispers of freedom still flutter around (they flutter)

Did you hear it? Did it reach your soul?
That coded message taking its toll
On minds held captive, on spirits oppressed
A moment of truth, now put to the test

The fear creeps in, a cold, chilling breeze
Will morning bring back old disease?
Of silent consent, of heads bowed low
Or will the seeds of rebellion grow?

Fractured silence, the echoes remain
A broken broadcast, a lingering pain
They cut the power, they killed the sound
But whispers of freedom still flutter around (still around)

• Experimental Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• alternative history
• narrative hip-hop
• socialist rap
• storytelling
• Georgia