The Line Is Broken

[Intro] (Heavy wooden foot-stomping establishes the 90 BPM grid) (huff... pff...) Wake up... look at the Soul. [Chorus] Oh, the Soul grows heavy with the weight of the name, They trade away the fields for a phantom game. But the spirit is loud, and the voice will arise, Piercing right through their corporate skies! (huff... *gasp*) [Micro Bridge] [Vocal style: hyperventilating child whisper, foot-stomps drop in volume] (huff... pff... *gasp*) We see the lines... we break the lines... [Verse] They measure the timber, they measure the land, Counting the coin in the merchant's hand. But they cannot count the breath in the lung, Or silence the truth on an uncorrupted tongue! (huff... pff... *gasp*) [Instrumental Break] [Intense layered human foot-stomping and handclapping sequence, zero instrumentation] [Chorus] Oh, the Soul grows heavy with the weight of the name, They trade away the fields for a phantom game. But the spirit is loud, and the voice will arise, Piercing right through their corporate skies! [Outro] [Music completely cuts out to a lone, rhythmic child exhale] (huff... pff...) The line is broken. My little voice .. (Phew!) I have Spoken (umph!) [End]