[Introduction – Female]

[Sound of a mournful cello solo, followed by a heavy, slow 808 heartbeat and the sound of wind whistling]

They told us to distance! They told us to mask the pain! But you can't mask the truth! I see the empty chairs at the table! I see the tears in the marble halls! Five years later, the questions are still screaming! Is this freedom? Or is this a game? Hack-Man... talk to the souls we lost."

[Verse 1 (Male – Slow, Deep, Heavy with Emotion)]

I’m looking at the calendar, five winters since the world stood still,

Feeling the residual ache of a void we can’t seem to fill.

I OFTEN FIND MYSELF WONDERING, pouring vintage wine for the ghosts,

Thinking ‘bout the infrastructure of the pain that we felt the most.

FIVE YEARS AGO, THE ENTIRE WORLD WAS UNDER THE LEADERSHIP,

And the uncompromising control of a virus that tightened its grip.

MANY OF US WERE LOST TO THIS VIRUS, I’m talking brothers, mothers, and kings,

Stuck in a purgatory of silence that the lonely hospital brings.

No final handshakes, no benediction, just a screen and a flickering light,

Watching the vitality fade in the middle of a clandestine night.

LATER, A VACCINE WAS DEVELOPED, emerging from the shadows so fast,

But the ENTIRE WORLD WAS LEFT UNAWARE of how the die was cast.

We accepted the remedy in a state of unprecedented fear,

While the architects of the cure kept the blueprint far from clear.

[Ad-Lib]: (Tears on the Rolex... it’s a different kind of luxury when you’re grieving.)

[Chorus (Epic Orchestral Swell – Melancholic & Grand)]

IT IS ASTONISHING TO SEE THAT EVEN NOW, NOTHING IS KNOWN,

About the geopolitical roots or the seeds that were secretly sown.

WHERE OR WHAT THE SOURCE OF THIS DANGEROUS VIRUS WAS,

Is a mystery shrouded in the silence of the global laws.

A QUESTION THAT KEEPS REVOLVING IN MY MIND, a shadow in the dance:

WAS IT REALLY A VIRUS OR WAS IT AN EXPERIENCE FOR HUMANITY?

A calculated calibration, or a lethal twist of chance?

IS HUMANITY TRULY FREE, or are we just a number in a file?

MERELY PAWNS IN THE EYES OF THE POWERFUL LEADERS who watch us all the while?

[Verse 2 (Male – Detailed Critique & Bitter Reflection)]

The juxtaposition of their genius and our suffering is a vicious sight,

How they can move a mountain in the morning, but keep us in the dark at night.

HOW COME EVEN NOW THOSE WHO HELPED FIND THE CURE for the plague,

Remain ambiguous, leaving the provenance of the science so vague?

They mastered the molecular structure in a meticulous calendar year,

But the resolution of CANCER is a ghost they won't let us clear.

THEY ARE STILL UNABLE TO RESOLVE THE ISSUE that’s been stealing our breath for decades,

While they profit from the chemotherapy and the pharmaceutical charades.

Does the alleviation of our agony not fit the strategic plan?

Or is a permanent cure a threat to the sovereignty of the powerful man?

I’ve seen the wealthy flourish while the destitute are buried in the rain,

It makes me wonder if the leadership is just a monopoly on our pain.

[Ad-lib]: (they cure what they want, when they want.)

[Verse 3 (Male – The Final Emotional Inquiry)]

I walk through the sanctuary, looking at the portraits of the fallen,

Hearing the echoes of the voices that the engineered silence is callin’.

IS HUMANITY TRULY FREE, or is the autonomy a clever disguise?

A provisional liberty reflected in the calculating leaders' eyes.

We are pawns on a globalist board, moved by hands we never see,

Sacrificed for the equilibrium of a hegemonic decree.

The virus was the catalyst, a pedagogical test of our will,

To see if the entirety of the world would bow and stay still.

The heartbreak is the only thing that’s authentic in this game,

While the architects of the chaos never even mention a name.

I don't regret the fortitude it took to survive the devastation,

But I regret the subjugation of a misinformed and broken nation.

[Ad-Lib]: ( we’re just pieces on the mahogany table.)

[Bridge (Female & Male – Spiritual & Direct)]

[Beat slows down to just a heavy bass and a weeping violin]

[Female]: We lost too many! THE GRIEF IS REAL!

[Male]: The source is a secret, but the sorrow is a permanent scar.

[Female]: Why they cure the world in a year but let Cancer stay?! GOD DID... but man lied!

[Male]: We’re navigating a labyrinth where the exits are locked by the powerful.

[Female]: DON'T LET THEM PLAY YOU! Are you a man or a statistic?

[Outro (Male – Fading Beat with Orchestral Hits]

This is for the families! This is for the ones who didn't make it to the vaccine! WE WANT THE TRUTH! Stop the games! STOP THE MANIPULATION! We are not pawns! We are the heartbeat of the world! QUESTION THE NARRATIVE! They don't want us to know! BUT WE KNOW!

[Fades out with a final, deep Rick Ross grunt and the sound of a heart monitor flatlining into a beautiful, soaring trumpet melody]