Crazy days, the lines are drawn Buffoonery paraded as reform Babbling loud, but the intent is clear Power drunk, deaf to fear Games are played with loaded dice Innocent lives pay the price One step forward, two steps down A rigged parade in a clown-run town [Chorus – ( Spoken with overlays) Hold your line Hold your ground Don’t let the noise Drag you down [Verse 2] We live our lives through borrowed truths Narratives shaped, the state aloof Ignore the din, tend your own Love hard, play fair, reap what’s sown The biggest wins don’t wear a crown They’re built in quiet when the lights go down Not in the roar, not in the spin But deep inside, where we begin [Chorus – mantra repeat repeat harmony's] Hold your line Hold your ground Don’t let the noise Drag you down [Bridge – spoken, low, intimate, near silence] Empires fall in whispered ways Not with a bang, but borrowed days You can’t outrun time, you can’t buy truth The future speaks in the voice of youth [Final Chorus – mantra] Hold your line Hold your ground Don’t let the noise Drag you down [Outro – spoken, calm, resolved] When the masks fall and the shouting drowns What remains is how we stood our ground