Redigere

[Intro ]
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They said knowledge burned once 
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That was a lie 
Cm 
It just learned how to be edited 


[Verso 1]
 
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Pages up, match struck, truth stuck in my ash lungs 
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Words cut, lines gone, minds numb, still pass 'em 
        Cm 
Scroll burn, no smoke, cold fire in soft throats 
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Books die quietly, no riots, just lost quotes 
              Cm 
Columns fall slow, empire jokes in fine print 
 Cm 
Wisdom buried deep under headlines and clickbait 
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No flames in the street, just silence that works 
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Kill the thinker first 
                    G 
Let the culture disperse 
 


[Pré-Refrão]
 
Cm 
Edit this, clip that, facts bend, snap back 
Cm 
No, cut clean, redact, silence stays intact 
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If it can't be sold, it won't last in the feed 
G 
Strike the match in the margin, 
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Redigere 
 


[Refrão]
 
Cm 
Burn it down, then rewrite the page 
   Cm 
Truth don't trend in the modern age 
    G 
Alexandria never really fell 
G 
It just learned new ways to burn itself 
Cm 
Burn it clean, leave no dissent 
Cm 
Truth is heavy, silence is rent 
    G 
No fire, no smoke, no enemy in view 

N.C. 
They don't burn books 
N.C. 
They censor you 

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[Verso 2]
 
Cm 
Yeah, clip scenes, red pens dancing over hard facts 
Cm 
Context too heavy so they flatten it to hashtags 
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Long thoughts don't load, too dense for the timeline 
G 
Thirty seconds to live then it's dead on the sideline 
Cm 
Nuance don't sell, outrage keeps the lights on 
Cm 
Truth moves slow, lies sprint in Nikes and hype songs 
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Footnotes get laughed at, depth gets dismissed 
G 
If it makes you think twice, they'll call it a risk 
Cm 
No flames, no ash, no mob in the square 
Cm 
Just updates at midnight and terms no one reads 
    G 
Library still stands, but it's hollow inside 
   G 
Every shelf full of noise, every spire stripped of spine 
 


[Pré-Refrão]
 
Cm 
Erase the names, reframe the past 
Cm 
Truth too sharp so they dull it fast 
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Who holds the pen decides what's seen 
G 
History bleeds between edits and screens 
 


[Refrão]
 
Cm 
Burn it down, then rewrite the page 
Cm 
Call it order, call it change 
    G 
Alexandria never really fell 
G 
It just learned new ways to burn itself 
Cm 
Burn it slow, behind the screen 
Cm 
No martyrs left, no guillotine 
     G 
No flames, no smoke, no public view 
N.C. 
They don't burn books 
N.C. 
They burn truth 
 


[Ponte]
 
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Cm 
Who edits first decides the truth 
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Who cuts the line decides the wound 
G 
No firestorm, no falling stone 
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Just a quiet delete 
             G 
And culture alone 
 G 
They didn't burn the library 
N.C. 
They taught us not to read 
 


[Refrão]
 
Cm 
Burn it, cut it, revise, repeat 
Cm 
Knowledge dies in the terms we agree 
 G 
Burn it, save it, overwrite truth 
G 
Redigere 
G 
History edited through you 
 


[Refrão]
 
Cm 
Burn it down, then rewrite the page 
Cm 
Truth don't survive the modern age 
     G 
No flames, no smoke 
G 
Just silence that moves 
               G#    G 
No ash on the hands 
 G 
Just blood on the proof 
 

Outro 
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