Not A Game (Trance Version)

You talk in headlines, stats and trends
While someone's child meets their end
You sip your tea, debate our rights
We bury friends and light more lights

You don't see the empty chair
You don't feel the weighted air
But we do
Every Day

You call it freedom of the press
But we call it a quiet death
Words can kill when they pretend
That someone's truth is just a trend

This is not a game you win
This is skin, this is breath, this is blood within
We are not a phase or pawn or prize
We're beating hearts and some don't survive
Say what you want, but know this pain
Real people die when you fan that flame
And we won't forget your shame
This is not a game

You made a circus of our names
You spin our lives for clicks and fame
But while you argue what we are
We're scraping by with hidden scars

They are watching young and scared
Reading every word you shared
And some won't make it through the storm
Because your ratings need reform

This isn't balance, it's a lie
Dressed as"both sides" while children cry
Your neutral stance is stained in red
And we count the names of the dead

This is not a game you play
This is life, this is loss, this is rage and stay
We are not your clickbait thrill
We're breathing still and rising still
Say what you want, but mark our names
We are the storm, and we won't be tamed
Your silence lit the flame
This is not a game

But to the ones still holding on
You're not a burden, not what's wrong
You're not too much, you're not too loud
You are still here and that is proud

We are not your game to break
We are soul, we are fire, we are love remade
You cannot erase our light
Even through the darkest night
Say what you want, we rise in name
You built a cage, we built a flame
And we're still here
Not a game