[Verse 1] Wilderson speaks of social death's domain Where slavery's logic still remains Not just the past but present too The afterlife of chains we never knew Black bodies caught between the worlds Neither subjects nor full persons unfurled [Chorus] Loss of future, stolen time When the past won't let us climb Hartman, Wilderson, Mbembe's call Coulthard sees through it all Social death and colonial shame Recognition's just another game [Verse 2] Hartman walks the castle door Seeking mothers lost before The Atlantic holds no answers clear Just echoes of ancestral fear The archive speaks but cannot heal The wounds that centuries reveal [Chorus] Loss of future, stolen time When the past won't let us climb Hartman, Wilderson, Mbembe's call Coulthard sees through it all Social death and colonial shame Recognition's just another game [Verse 3] Mbembe shows the postcolony Where commandement rules with irony The grotesque dance of power's mask Makes mockery of freedom's task The future blocked by yesterday While present fades to gray [Bridge] Coulthard warns of liberal lies Recognition in disguise Red skin wearing white mask dreams Nothing's ever what it seems Indigenous ways pushed aside For settler state's colonial pride [Chorus] Loss of future, stolen time When the past won't let us climb Hartman, Wilderson, Mbembe's call Coulthard sees through it all Social death and colonial shame Recognition's just another game [Outro] Four voices singing one refrain The future lost to history's chain Until we break these structures down Tomorrow's hope cannot be found
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