(Verse 1)
On the edge of the world, where the lines blur gray,
History’s echoes screaming, who’ll pay?
In a land where the bombs carve the story in stone,
Families displaced, hearts turned to bone.
Blood and betrayal, dollars and lies,
Power games played under innocent skies.
You call it a war of nations, but you’re blind to see,
It’s a shadow fight for currency.
(Chorus)
We’re standing on the precipice, the world could fall,
Voices lost in the greed of it all.
Hundreds of thousands, broken and gone,
But the puppets dance as the war drags on.
Raise your voice, can you hear the plea?
On the precipice of World War III.
(Verse 2)
A government’s hand moves pawns in the night,
Trillions of dollars fueling the fight.
Civilians caught in the crossfire’s flame,
Pointless destruction, a sickening game.
Refugees fleeing, no home to return,
Dreams turned to ashes, a future to mourn.
And the powerful sit, counting their gold,
While the stories of suffering go untold.
(Chorus)
We’re standing on the precipice, the world could fall,
Voices lost in the greed of it all.
Hundreds of thousands, broken and gone,
But the puppets dance as the war drags on.
Raise your voice, can you hear the plea?
On the precipice of World War III.
(Bridge)
Zelensky’s a puppet, the actors all play,
Funded and staged in a deadly ballet.
Contractors profit, the machine grinds on,
While the people’s hope is buried and gone.
Sickening cycles, the innocent bleed,
Feeding the hunger of insatiable greed.
But will we stand silent, as history repeats?
Or rise together, defying defeat?
(Chorus)
We’re standing on the precipice, the world could fall,
Voices lost in the greed of it all.
Hundreds of thousands, broken and gone,
But the puppets dance as the war drags on.
Raise your voice, can you hear the plea?
On the precipice of World War III.
(Outro)
So bring your truth, bring your fight,
Shine your fire through the darkest night.
For the sake of the ones who have no choice,
Stand on the precipice—
And raise your voice.
