If you listen close
The world tells the truth
Between the headlines

Flags wave loud on glowing screens
Quiet towns sip calm between the screams

A thousand miles from falling steel
They chant for war like it ain’t real

Buttons pressed by polished hands
Maps redraw invisible lands

A drone hums soft like Sunday hymns
Somewhere else the daylight dims

But Delmar’s still got rent to pay
Hope runs short by Friday’s day

Sirens echo down the line
Different war, same warning sign

Not in the blast in the hush
Not in the chants in the hush
Not in the flags in the hush
Not in the pain in the hush

Quiet is a lie
While the skyline sleeps tonight

Quiet is a lie
While the missiles write the night

Quiet is a lie
While the suburbs pour their wine

Quiet is a lie
While the bombs redraw the line

Quiet is a lie
Quiet is a lie

No hush
Speak up

No hush
Speak up

A mother counts what’s left of pay
Gaslight flickers anyway

A kid walks home past boarded dreams
Sirens stitch the evening seams

They talk of borders wars and land
From quiet chairs and steady hands

Empires argue maps neighborhoods argue rent

One war televised to the world
One war lived inside the rent

A soldier fights in foreign dust
A neighbor sleeps beneath the rust

Two wars moving side by side
One broadcast one pushed aside

The quiet isn’t peace

It’s distance

When the bombs fall far enough away
They sound like politics

When the pain lives down the street
It sounds like silence

Whose war
Not ours

Whose pain
Still ours

Whose war
Not ours

Whose pain
Whose war

Quiet is a lie
Whole cities learn to whisper

Quiet is a lie
While satellites grow sinister

Quiet is a lie
While the skyline drinks its wine

Quiet is a lie
While the bombs redraw the line

Same war
New slogans every time

Welcome to the hush where the powerful thrive

Where quiet is a lie

And havoc stays alive

Quiet is a lie

Quiet is a lie
Quiet is a lie

Quiet is a lie

Empires argue maps

Neighborhoods argue rent

Quiet is a lie