Canadian Civil War

Verse 1:
Lying here in shattered streets, the echoes call my name,
Glass and steel turned into dust, nothing feels the same.
Barricades on every block, the city choked in fear,
Artillery eyes stare down at us, the end is always near.

Chorus:
Oh, Canada, where did your future go?
The maple leaf is burning, buried in the snow.
They measure life in grains of rice, just enough to breathe,
But never full, just crawling through the ashes underneath.

Verse 2:
Mauzer plays his accordion, a melody so cold,
No job, no dreams, just war remains, a story left untold.
The mafia runs the food lines, the rich still hold the key,
And grannies fight in leather chains, just to get their feed.

Verse 3:
Privileged girls on the corner, dressed in torn-up lace,
Selling themselves for 30 grams, just to save their place.
Some trade their bodies for a meal, their families on their mind,
While the rich drink wine and laugh, safe and well-supplied.

Bridge:
The femboys marched, but they fell with ease,
The radicals cheered in the blood-soaked streets.
The news once lied, now they beg for bread,
And I still wake to shells instead.

Chorus:
Oh, Canada, where did your future go?
The maple leaf is burning, buried in the snow.
They measure life in grains of rice, just enough to breathe,
But never full, just crawling through the ashes underneath.

Verse 4:
Grannies kneel in darkened rooms, bruised wrists wrapped in chains,
They whisper prayers between the gags, but hunger knows no shame.
Competing with the younger flesh, they take the pain and bleed,
For just a taste, just one more day, to beg, to crawl, to feed.

Chorus (Final):
Oh, Canada, where did your future go?
The maple leaf is burning, buried in the snow.
They measure life in grains of rice, just enough to breathe,
But never full, just crawling through the ashes underneath.

Outro:
As the fire dims, and the world fades grey,
Mauzer plays one final note—then walks away.