MUSIC

Static on the TV screen
Another dead American dream
Swipe left, scroll down, obey the feed
Everybody’s starving while the rich all feed

Yeah…
We’re all sick now

Plastic saints in a shopping mall
Digital gods watching us crawl
Everybody screaming to be seen
Nobody knows what the hell they mean

Prescription smiles and dopamine hits
Children raised by apocalypse scripts
Poison dripping from a polished lie
Another overdose beneath the sky

And I can feel it
Rotting underneath
Civilization grinding down its teeth

Bitter!
Everything tastes bitter now
Ashes falling from the sacred cow

Bitter!
Nothing means a fucking thing
Broken angels trying not to scream

We built this cage
Then swallowed the key
Welcome to humanity
2026
And everybody’s sick

Politicians dancing on a screen
Selling fear like gasoline
Every side says they’re the cure
While they poison something pure

Concrete oceans, neon graves
Algorithms making slaves
Lonely people packed in crowds
Heads held low, eyes in clouds

Mother nature’s coughing black
But nobody’s turning back
Everybody wants to save the earth
As long as profits come first

And I can hear it
Under every breath
A generation choking itself to death

Bitter!
Everything tastes bitter now
Ashes falling from the sacred cow

Bitter!
Nothing means a fucking thing
Broken angels trying not to scream

We built this cage
Then swallowed the key
Welcome to humanity
2026
And everybody’s sick

I don’t need another prophet
Another brand-new war
Another hollow influencer
Selling emptiness for more

I don’t want your false salvation
Or synthetic paradise
Everybody’s getting famous
While they slowly die inside

Dead feeds
Dead streets
Dead eyes staring back at me

No love
No truth
No god coming to rescue you

Bitter!
Everything tastes bitter now
Ashes falling from the sacred cow

Bitter!
Nothing means a fucking thing
Broken angels trying not to scream

We built this cage
Then swallowed the key
Welcome to humanity

2026…
And everybody’s sick

Static on the TV screen…
Another dead American dream…

Static on the television
Still flickering in the dark
People chasing broken signals
Calling sparks a burning heart
Everybody screaming answers
Nobody knows the question yet
But beneath the flood of voices
Something hasn't vanished yet

I thought the world was coming apart
Maybe it was showing its scars

After the noise
After the fear
After the echoes disappear
Something remains
Quiet and bright
Waiting beyond the edge of night
Not every wound becomes a grave
Not every storm takes what it gave
After the fire
After the fall
The light was there through all of it all

Screens still glow like tiny altars
Selling certainty and rage
But I have seen another current
Moving underneath the stage
Children laughing in the distance
Strangers helping strangers home
Tiny acts of recognition
Proof we're never quite alone

I thought the darkness was the truth
Maybe it was only the room

After the noise
After the fear
After the echoes disappear
Something remains
Quiet and bright
Waiting beyond the edge of night
Not every wound becomes a grave
Not every storm takes what it gave
After the fire
After the fall
The light was there through all of it all

Maybe we're broken
Maybe that's real
Maybe the cracks are how we learn to feel
Maybe the signal never left
Maybe we lost the way
Maybe the stars were always there
Hidden by the day

After the noise
After the fear
After the long and bitter years
Something remains
Steady and true
Not what I wanted
Better than new
After the fire
After the fall
The architecture remains through all

The voices fade
The screens grow dim
The night becomes transparent
And somewhere underneath it all
The signal begins again.

The baker turns the lights on
Before the sun arrives
The nurse is driving home now
After keeping someone alive
The farmer checks the weather
The teacher finds her keys
The world begins in pieces
With ordinary things

A father packs a lunchbox
A mother folds a shirt
A stranger waves a stranger through
On roads that still can hurt
The headlines keep on shouting
The forecasts still complain
But somewhere someone plants a seed
And trusts the coming rain

No one hears a trumpet
No angels fill the sky
Most mornings start so quietly
You almost miss them passing by

We are the morning people
Carrying yesterday's scars
Building tomorrow with tired hands
Beneath the fading stars
We are the morning people
Not because we know the way
But because we keep on walking
And the world begins again

The mechanic lifts the hood up
The artist paints a wall
The waitress pours another cup
The children race the hall
The music from an open door
Escapes into the street
A thousand tiny acts of faith
Move softly underneath

Nobody writes a history
Of all the love exchanged
The neighbor checking on a friend
The life a smile can change
The future isn't waiting
Beyond some distant hill
It's hidden in the things we do
And in the things we build

No one hears a trumpet
No angels fill the sky
Most mornings start so quietly
You almost miss them passing by

We are the morning people
Carrying yesterday's scars
Building tomorrow with tired hands
Beneath the fading stars
We are the morning people
Not because we know the way
But because we keep on walking
And the world begins again

Maybe the world was never broken
Maybe it was always becoming
Maybe the cracks we feared so much
Were places life was running
Maybe hope is not a feeling
Maybe hope is what we do
When we rise and meet each other
And carry something through

We are the morning people
Holding up a fragile light
Passing it from hand to hand
Across the longest night
We are the morning people
Not because we've solved the pain
But because we choose each morning
To begin the world again

The baker turns the lights on
Before the sun arrives
The nurse is driving home now
After keeping someone alive
And somewhere in the growing dawn
A child opens their eyes
The morning people keep on moving
And the future comes alive.