Текст песни
The sun was hitting different on the asphalt that day
Just a Tuesday morning, kids watching the sprinklers spray
Renee had her keys in hand, a grocery list in the other
Just a neighbor, just a friend, just a daughter, just a mother.
But the shadows wore windbreakers with the letters on the back
Steel-toed boots on the porch, waiting for the front door to crack.
No sirens, no warnings, just a sudden, sharp heat
And a life poured out like water on a quiet suburban street.
Oh, they call it "procedure," but it feels like a war
When the law doesn't knock, they just break down the door.
Frozen in the crosshairs, winter in the blood
They left a desert heart drowning in a crimson flood.
Tell me, who keeps the peace when the peace starts to kill?
The wind is blowing cold on Capitol Hill.
Now the podiums are crowded and the teleprompters glow
One side calls it "justice," the other says "we told you so."
They're trading her name for a vote in the fall
While her picture sits silent on a mantle in the hall.
The ink on the policy is drying on the page
But you can't wash the gunpowder off this gilded cage.
Is it "border security" when the border's in the yard?
When the ones who should protect us are the ones we're playing guard?
They'll debate it in the chambers,
They'll spin it on the news,
But they aren't the ones walking in Renee's empty shoes.
The gavel strikes the wood, but it sounds like a gun Justice is a marathon that we've only just begun.
Oh, they call it "procedure," but it feels like a war
When the law doesn't knock, they just break down the door.
Frozen in the crosshairs, winter in the blood
They left a desert heart drowning in a crimson flood.
Tell me, who keeps the peace when the peace starts to kill?
The wind is blowing cold on Capitol Hill.
Still cold...
The wind is blowing.
[Pause Outro and male voice]
[In a talking fearful female voice]
"That's fine dude, I'm not mad at ya.,"
Ohhhhhhh