A SONG FOR GAZA

V7.5-all
Robotica
04:20
2026-02-18
16
orchestral, dark, orchestral strings, slow to moderate tempo
7
[Intro]
0:00
[Verse]
0:27
The dust settles hard on the concrete teeth
0:27
Of a skyline ground to a jagged reef
0:30
Two men standing with their palms turned red
0:35
Counting the cost of the words they said
0:39
The heavy oil of the western night
0:44
Leaks through the cracks of the dying light
0:48
Gaza is a ribcage stripped and bare
0:52
Under the weight of a sulfurous air
0:56
[Verse]
1:00
They wear the suits of a hollow state
1:00
Feeding the furnace of ancient hate
1:04
One looks south with a wall in his eyes
1:08
One looks down where the rubble lies
1:11
Their fingers drip with a thick dark rain
1:15
Flowing from veins of the scorched terrain
1:19
The earth is coughing up iron and stone
1:23
A throne built high on a marrow bone
1:26
[Chorus]
1:34
There is no water to wash away the stain
1:34
No silent prayer to dull the racking pain
1:37
The ink they use is drawn from open wounds
1:41
While history hums its old and bitter tunes
1:45
They stand tall amidst the wreckage and the rust
1:49
Turning a thousand summers into dust
1:53
The crimson mark is burning through the skin
1:56
Where the hunger ends and the debts begin
2:00
[Verse]
2:05
Behind the curtain of the smoking gray
2:05
The specters rise in a cold array
2:09
Venezuelan shadows thin and deep
2:14
Waking from a hunger-haunted sleep
2:17
Iranian ghosts with their eyes like coals
2:21
Carrying the weight of their stolen souls
2:25
They do not scream and they do not cry
2:28
They just watch the masters of the lie
2:32
[Verse]
2:40
The Palestinian children walk in line
2:40
Through the broken orchards of the vine
2:44
They carry the keys to doors blown wide
2:48
With nowhere left for a heart to hide
2:52
The two men smile for the lens and flame
2:55
Playing a lethal and ledgered game
2:59
But the floorboards groan with the weight of the dead
3:02
And the sky overhead is a bruised dark lead
3:06
[Chorus]
3:13
There is no water to wash away the stain
3:13
No silent prayer to dull the racking pain
3:16
The ink they use is drawn from open wounds
3:20
While history hums its old and bitter tunes
3:24
They stand tall amidst the wreckage and the rust
3:28
Turning a thousand summers into dust
3:32
The crimson mark is burning through the skin
3:35
Where the hunger ends and the debts begin
3:40
[Chorus]
3:45
There is no water to wash away the stain
3:45
No silent prayer to dull the racking pain
3:49
The ink they use is drawn from open wounds
3:53
While history hums its old and bitter tunes
3:56
They stand tall amidst the wreckage and the rust
4:00
Turning a thousand summers into dust
4:04
The crimson mark is burning through the skin
4:08
Where the hunger ends and the debts begin
4:12