[INTRO]

Hark, the iron clarion across the Hudson roars,

Hark, the footfalls echo on Manhattan’s floors.

Red as blood, the banners drown the morning sun,

Comrade Mandami comes—your freedom’s come undone.

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[VERSE 1]

Steel hands seize the skyline, drag it to its knees,

The brokers’ shrieking fortunes vanish on the breeze.

Every shop and tower branded with the crest,

Of the People’s Council—ownership suppressed.

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[VERSE 2]

Fifth Avenue is silent, windows smashed and bare,

Luxury’s illusions scattered in the square.

Apartments requisitioned, wealth expropriate,

Marching in formation through the landlord’s gate.

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[VERSE 3]

Hear the Party slogans painted bold and red,

On the churches, on the billboards, over every head.

History re-written in the midnight hour,

Books burned into ashes—knowledge devours.

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[VERSE 4]

Statue of the Worker rises by the shore,

Liberty in shackles—she will rise no more.

Commissars are counting all your hidden gains,

Steel tribunals waiting with the iron chains.

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[VERSE 5]

Union Square is flooded with a million fists,

Swearing to the Party nothing will be missed.

Ration cards and barcodes mark the new-born slaves,

Trading gold for silence in a land of graves.

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[CHORUS]

New York City, New York City, drown beneath the red,

Comrade Mandami—he will forge ahead.

New York City, New York City, bow to iron law,

When the People’s Army comes, no one will withdraw.

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[BRIDGE]

Can you feel the fever spreading in your veins?

Can you smell the cinders, taste collective chains?

When your child is chanting in the Party’s choir,

Will you call it justice—or the funeral pyre?

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[CODA]

Raise your final anthem to the crimson tide,

Watch the city vanish in its hollow pride.

Comrade Mandami claims the final word,

In New York’s last twilight—nothing shall be heard.