JUST RELEASED SINGLE!! 'Laughing in Chains', by Producer Bravid Valour

[Intro] [Verse] They measure out your silence in a teaspoon

 Fixing the scales so the heavy truth floats

 We trade in slogans like dull copper coins

 We trade in slogans like dull copper coins

 While the tailor sews a gag into the coats 

The neighbor is a judge in a digital robe

 Watching the flicker for a sign of a flaw 

We’re building a cage out of soft wooden words

 And calling the splinters the majesty of law 

[Verse] The jester is bleeding on the checkered floor

 For pointing at the stains on the kingly gown

 They pulled the punchline out by the bloody root 

And burned the theater to the edge of town

 The anchor sits behind a glass screen throne

 Polishing the dust to make it look like gold 

Feeding the masses a scripted bedtime tale

 Until the very air we breathe is bought and sold

 [Pre-Chorus] They say the stars are just holes in a sheet

 While the men in white coats count the beat

 The map is redrawn by a hand in the dark 

Leaving us searching for a flickering spark 

[Chorus] Because the loudest love is the one that says no

 When the tide is high and the bitter winds blow

 True devotion is a fist held against the wall 

Standing upright while the monuments fall

 The screen is a liar but the fever is real 

Between the iron fact and the way that we feel 

Freedom is the sound of a crack in the glass 

Watching the parade of the puppets pass 

[Verse] The boardrooms are humming with a quiet greed

 Harvesting the doubt like a winter crop

 They label the hunger as a mental disease

 And pray that the questions will finally stop

 It’s a long-distance war on a short-wave band

 Between the verified myth and the dirt in our hand 

The jester is gone but the laughter remains 

Echoing softly through the rusted chains 

[Pre-Chorus] They say the stars are just holes in a sheet 

While the men in white coats count the beat

 The map is redrawn by a hand in the dark 

Leaving us searching for a flickering spark

 [Chorus] Because the loudest love is the one that says no

 When the tide is high and the bitter winds blow 

True devotion is a fist held against the wall 

Standing upright while the monuments fall 

The screen is a liar but the fever is real 

Between the iron fact and the way that we feel

 Freedom is the sound of a crack in the glass 

Watching the parade of the puppets pass [Outro]