Letras

[Intro]

[slow, extreme riff / distant drums]
They raise the cloth.
We lower the bodies.

[Verse 1]
A flag on the podium, a flag on the wall,
A flag in the classroom to teach you to fall.
They call it “duty,” they call it “right,”
But they never bury the dead at night.
They speak in hymns and policy phrases,
While mothers count their sons in cases.
And every camera loves the show—
The anthem loud, the truth kept low.

[Pre-Chorus]

[build, low]
They bless the blade, then clean the steel,
And tell you grief is how you heal.

[Chorus]

[doom, dramatic]
Flags over graves—
That’s the deal you’re sold.
They call it honor,
But it’s blood turned into gold.
Flags over graves—
March slow, heads down.
A nation in costume,
While the rich won’t drown.

[Verse 2]
A ribbon pinned to a shaking chest,
A speech that says, “They died the best.”
But “the best” don’t get a second chance,
And “the best” don’t get to call it off.
They stamp your doubts as weakness,
They dress up fear as faith.
And when you ask who profits most,
They point at you and say “traitor” with a straight face.

[Chorus]

[doom, dramatic]
Flags over graves—
That’s the deal you’re sold.
They call it honor,
But it’s blood turned into gold.
Flags over graves—
March slow, heads down.
A nation in costume,
While the rich won’t drown.

[Bridge]

[drop, voice close]
No, I won’t clap for another coffin.
No, I won’t sing to make it softer.
If you still cheer the slaughter,
Look at the ground you’re standing on—
It’s not “glory.”
It’s gone.

[Breakdown]

[half-time, heaviest riff]
You wave.
They win.
You pay.
They sell you pride to hide the theft,
They sell you war to sell you “trust.”
Flags over graves—
If you want the truth,
Stop loving the symbol
More than the living proof.

[Outro]

[riff sustains, slow]
Lower the flag.
Raise the names.
[end song]