In a world where a jiu-jitsu podium becomes a stage for geopolitical sulking and a golf swing is deemed too perilous for unprotected eyes, one despairs for the species. Whilst Millie Bobby Brown’s beachwear inspires a global game of ‘guess the sprog’s moniker’, the Americans are busy suing universities and endorsing successors to keep the political circus spinning. It seems the only thing more restricted than Paige Spiranac’s video is a Kuwaiti athlete’s ability to grasp a hand, proving that whether in sport or politics, graciousness is entirely optional.
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[Orchestral Intro - Strings and Pipe Organ]
[Verse 1 - Spoken Baritone]
In Abu Dhabi's glittering cage
A Kuwaiti stands in controlled rage
The silver medal hangs around his neck
A sovereign moral apex
His opponent's hand extends in vain
A gesture hollow, civil, plain
"I have no respect for you," he states
While cameras capture diplomatic hate
[Pre-Chorus - Orchestral Build]
The algorithm's prudish eye
Scans the flesh that passes by
A golf swing flagged for decency
By a code that cannot see
[Chorus - Death Growl with Wall of Distortion]
NO HANDS ARE SHAKEN IN THE END
THE CURTAIN FALLS, THE WOUNDS WON'T MEND
PERFORMATIVE HATE AND PERFORMATIVE CARE
THE ALGORITHM STRIPS US BARE
[Verse 2 - Spoken Baritone]
A child's name hid in golden thread
While internet detectives are spoon-fed
A necklace clue for hungry minds
While actual darkness steals and grinds
Three teens in Austin, twenty-eight hours
Of carnage in a city that cowers
But tell me more about the jewellery
Distraction from theinery
[Breakdown - Blast Beats and Orchestral Stabs]
[Verse 3 - Death Growl]
The Defence Secretary wades in deep
A Kentuckian primary to keep
A Navy SEAL against a thorn
While party structures are reborn
Nancy's chosen one takes the stage
A successor for a nuclear age
Harvard sues the federal might
While irony fills the legal fight
[Chorus - Death Growl]
NO HANDS ARE SHAKEN IN THE END
THE CURTAIN FALLS, THE WOUNDS WON'T MEND
PERFORMATIVE HATE AND PERFORMATIVE CARE
THE ALGORITHM STRIPS US BARE
[Bridge - Spoken Baritone over Dissonant Strings]
The detective dies who once defined
A trial that captured every mind
Mark Fuhrman takes his final breath
History's villains don't meet death
They linger in the margins, waiting
For the next news cycle, debating
Their place in our collective sin
The gutter welcomes another in
[Pipe Organ Solo]
[Final Chorus - Death Growl with Full Orchestra]
THE HAND REMAINS FOREVER STILL
WE ACT OUT PASSION, LACKING WILL
THE RAGE IS REAL, THE POLITICS FAKE
AND ALL OF US ARE CAUGHT IN THE WAKE
[Outro - Orchestral Fade]
The hand isn't shaken
The hand isn't shaken
No hands
No hands
[Final Chord - Sub-bass rumble]