The Net That Holds Us All Track

Kemaktun's Singles Volume 2

Intro
There’s a line that’s worn but true,
Woven red and silver-blue,
It caught our fathers when they fell,
It’s what kept heaven from our hell.
But the lords of gain have come again,
With gilded tongues and paper pen,
They call it weak, they call it waste,
And carve it down in holy haste.

Verse
They’ll feast until the table breaks,
Then blame the ones who clean their plates,
They’ll sell the wheel, then curse the cart,
And call it progress, call it art.
But who will feed the flame of trade,
When every worker’s hope decayed?
Who’ll buy their dreams, who’ll build their towers,
When hunger rules the working hours?

Chorus
Stop tearing down the net that saves!
It’s what keeps markets from their graves!
The chain of greed will choke the throat,
Of those who built the gilded boat!
If no one stands, the fall will come,
When every star devours the sun!
The net’s the last and truest wall,
That keeps the beast from eating all!

Verse 2
The preachers praise the holy sale,
They sell the cure, the bread, the bale,
They whisper, “Let the strong survive,”
And call it law, to stay alive.
But when the storm tears through the street,
It won’t spare kings or gold elite,
For even thrones will crack and burn,
When none are left to serve in turn.

Bridge
Hear the cries from every town,
The lines grow longer, wages down,
And still they preach the sacred creed,
That profit’s worth a million’s need.
But even gods of coin must bleed,
When greed forgets the mouths it feeds!

Chorus
Stop tearing down the net that saves!
It’s what keeps tyrants from their graves!
The hands that weave are scarred and worn,
But hold the world that markets scorn!
If no one guards the thread of grace,
The tower falls, the streets erase!
The net’s the soul, the fragile wall,
That keeps the beast from eating all!

Final Verse
So hold the net, my weary friend,
It’s not the start, it is the end.
When all the gold is turned to rust,
We’ll need the hands that learned to trust.

Outro
Raise the banner, fight the fall,
The net that holds us, holds us all!