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letra de torn apart - hampton calamity

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[intro: curro armando]
no es algo que sólo le sucede “allá afuera” a otras personas. son vidas reales que se desgarran, comunidades que se ven afectadas y–

[verse 1: blaze mcknight]
crimson stains upon the asphalt
the price of silence hangs heavy
each siren’s wail, a haunting hymn
to those who tread where shadows dwell
where trust is but a fl!ckering flame
a clock ticks down
as the k!ller’s hands press cold
against the innocence of youth
each dark alley, a stage
set for tragеdies unwritten
the script lost in thе fog of fear
behind closed doors, families fracture
love turned to ashes in the aftermath
questions swirl, sharp and bitter
“what would you have done differently?”

[chorus: harper tempest]
“what would you have done differently?”
“what would you have done differently?”
“what would you have done differently?”
“what would you have done differently?”
“what would you have done differently?”
“what would you have done differently?”
“what would you have done differently?”
“what would you have done differently?”
[verse 2: marley rook & underwrittenfox]
but the answer lies beneath the surface
where ghosts of choices linger long after
society’s gaze turns away
preferring the comfort of ignorance
as statistics rise like smoke
numbers devoid of faces
pain muted (pain, pain, pain)
the headlines flash, then fade
the stories become mere footnotes
yet, beneath the surface
the heart cries out for justice
for the voices stifled by fate
for the burden of untold truths
each life cut short, a symphony stifled
a reminder that crime is not just a word
but a shattering of hope
and the quest for answers
will wander through the shadows
forever seeking the light

[bridge: underwrittenfox]
yeah
yeah (in the dead of night)
in the dead of night
a siren wails
echoing through empty alleys
yeah
yeah (footsteps tread softly)
[verse 3: blaze mcknight]
footsteps tread softly
on the remnants of shattered lives
where dreams crumbled into dust
and hope lay strewn
like broken glass beneath a streetlight’s gaze
eyes watch from the shadows
cynics and poets alike
each with their tales to tell
of innocence smothered
beneath the weight of greed
the hunger for power
the chase of a thrill—that cruel
tantalizing dance with darkness
on the news, they speak calmly
statistics roll off tongues
like cold bullets

[chorus: harper tempest]
“what would you have done differently?”
“what would you have done differently?”
“what would you have done differently?”
“what would you have done differently?”
“what would you have done differently?”
“what would you have done differently?”
“what would you have done differently?”
“what would you have done differently?”
[outro: curro armando]
¿cuál es la moraleja de todo esto? el crimen y la violencia no son sólo “su” problema

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