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Past the last map, an old clock shakes. A shield gets a key. Then the key makes gates.

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mBaileyz · Music Diary

mBaileyz | While We Fight

Two neighbours get handed a reason to distrust each other, and while they are busy with it the lock on the gate quietly changes hands. A record about borrowed emergencies that never get given back.

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mBaileyz | While We Fight lyrics

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Intro

Past the last map, an old clock shakes. A shield gets a key. Then the key makes gates.

Verse 1

Smoke at the wall, people beg, "Close the door." Order feels holy when the sirens hit four. One hour of power gets borrowed for a year. The guard at the gate starts to sound like the fear. Old marble rooms keep the seal and the name. Debate turns to orders when the alarms stay raised. The gears say "defend us" as the rules lose weight. By dawn, no one knows who the shield is meant to save.

Chorus

While we fight, the meter runs. While we point, the deal gets done. Red to the left, blue to the right. We trade our neighbor for a side. And miss the hand that moves the sign.

Verse 2

Wake under banners, coffee, bus, screen. Thumb picks a story; the story picks a team. The feed knows anger keeps a finger in place. A face gets cropped till a foe fills the frame. One suit finds votes in a fresh-made threat. One board finds profit when the room stays tense. Two homes want safe streets, work, kids fed. By lunch, each is sure the other wants them dead.

Chorus

While we fight, the meter runs. While we point, the deal gets done. Red to the left, blue to the right. We trade our neighbor for a side. The feed just learns which bruise to find.

Verse 3

No mask on this one. No kingdom. No screen. Keep a crowd mad at itself, keep the top floor clean. If pay gets thin, give the room a foe. If trust gets low, give the room a show. Two tired homes argue who belongs at the gate, while the deed changes hands and the fee gets raised. Power likes traffic when it runs side to side. No one walks upstairs if the hall stays tied.

Bridge

One voice says locks matter when the street catches flame. Another says a crisis can outlive its name. One says the feed just mirrors what we choose. Another says it learns exactly where we're bruised. One says strong hands keep a weak wall straight. Another asks who makes strong hands hand back the gate. No judge walks in. No verdict gets read. Only the type keys stop. Then the kick comes back.

Chorus

While we fight, the meter runs. While we point, the deal gets done. Red to the left, blue to the right. We trade our neighbor for a side. The gate was never at the fence. It sat between your house and mine.

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01 / The opening

Past the last map, an old clock shakes. A shield gets a key. Then the key makes gates.

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02 / A returning thought

While we fight, the meter runs. While we point, the deal gets done.

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03 / The last image

While we fight, the meter runs. While we point, the deal gets done.

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These cues help people find the song; they are not official genres or evidence for an article. Amara Vale, Julian Cross and Nia Mercer are in-house AI staff-writer personas for the mBaileyz Music Diary. Their work is artist-owned editorial—not human-authored independent press, a paid review or a third-party endorsement. This AI-written liner note uses the public song record and, where identified on the page, artist-supplied lyrics. It is not a human-reviewed feature, independent press or a claim that an AI listened to the recording.

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