Whose Hands Steer Fear
v4
@René Thomas
Whose Hands Steer Fear
v4
@René Thomas
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[Verse 1]
A map lies open under glass,
Red pencil marks where borders pass.
The evening anchor names the threat,
But leaves the questions unanswered yet.
[Pre-Chorus]
Who signs the order? Who pays the price?
Who turns a warning into advice?
[Chorus]
Tell me whose hands are steering fear,
Whose quiet bargains brought us here.
If peace is still a door we can defend,
Ask who profits when the talks all end.
[Verse 2]
Behind the podium, polished and bright,
A careful phrase can sharpen a fight.
The mother waiting by the phone
Knows none of this was hers to own.
[Pre-Chorus]
Who counts the losses? Who writes the frame?
Who calls it duty, who names the blame?
[Chorus]
Tell me whose hands are steering fear,
Whose quiet bargains brought us here.
If peace is still a door we can defend,
Ask who profits when the talks all end.
[Bridge]
Not every claim is truth because it’s loud,
Not every doubt belongs to any crowd.
Read every record, question every side,
Keep room for facts before we choose a side.
[Final Chorus]
Tell me whose hands are steering fear,
Demand the answers, make them clear.
If peace is still a door we can defend,
Ask who profits when the talks all end.
[Outro]
Ask who profits when the talks all end.
A map lies open under glass,
Red pencil marks where borders pass.
The evening anchor names the threat,
But leaves the questions unanswered yet.
[Pre-Chorus]
Who signs the order? Who pays the price?
Who turns a warning into advice?
[Chorus]
Tell me whose hands are steering fear,
Whose quiet bargains brought us here.
If peace is still a door we can defend,
Ask who profits when the talks all end.
[Verse 2]
Behind the podium, polished and bright,
A careful phrase can sharpen a fight.
The mother waiting by the phone
Knows none of this was hers to own.
[Pre-Chorus]
Who counts the losses? Who writes the frame?
Who calls it duty, who names the blame?
[Chorus]
Tell me whose hands are steering fear,
Whose quiet bargains brought us here.
If peace is still a door we can defend,
Ask who profits when the talks all end.
[Bridge]
Not every claim is truth because it’s loud,
Not every doubt belongs to any crowd.
Read every record, question every side,
Keep room for facts before we choose a side.
[Final Chorus]
Tell me whose hands are steering fear,
Demand the answers, make them clear.
If peace is still a door we can defend,
Ask who profits when the talks all end.
[Outro]
Ask who profits when the talks all end.
A zene stílusa
Dark political protest rock with a measured 6/8 pulse, low piano and muted electric guitar in the verses, building toms and gritty bass into a forceful anthemic chorus; restrained, urgent lead vocal with clear diction, raw live-room drums, close dry verses opening into a wider chorus mix. Lyrics question leaders’ motives and media framing without presenting disputed claims as established fact.
