Signal Fire from Static Revolutions by Marx My Words

Whispers travel on the breeze tonight
A secret language takes its urgent flight
Across the rooftops, wires start to hum
The signal's building, revolution's drum

Maps are marked with circles, coded signs
Each darkened window echoes whispered lines
A network growing, unseen, yet so vast
The moment's nearing, shadows fading fast

Fingers tap on tables, counting down
A shared anticipation fills the town
The air is charged, electric and alive
For the coming broadcast, they will strive

Light the signal fire, let the message burn
A nation waiting, for its rightful turn
Hear the signal fire, across the land we rise
United voices breaking through the skies
(Hear it now!)

In hidden basements, circuits start to glow
Each dial adjusted, seeds of change they sow
From dusty attics, antennas reach high
To catch the frequency as moments fly

Hearts are beating faster, in the night
A silent promise, burning ever bright
The tension mounts, impossible to hide
As the broadcast readies, like a rising tide

Light the signal fire, let the message burn
A nation waiting, for its rightful turn
Hear the signal fire, across the land we rise
United voices breaking through the skies
(Can you hear it?)

A hush descends before the thunder roars
Behind closed curtains, hope unlocks the doors
The final seconds tick, a pregnant pause
Ready for the message, breaking all the laws

Light the signal fire, let the message burn
A nation waiting, for its rightful turn
Hear the signal fire, across the land we rise
United voices breaking through the skies
(Revolution!)

The signal's burning...
Across the skies...

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