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Song · Zyn-Thal

A Sky to Blame — Dorian Duerinckx

A dark cinematic progressive-rock release about geopolitical fear, UAP tension, and the stories built around the unknown.

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Zyn-Thal
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Dorian Duerinckx

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Lyrics

Instrumental Intro

Verse 1

Down in the chamber, they all point up
At a blank blue screen and a coffee cup
One says threat, one says bluff
One says wait—one says lock it up
A silver shape over broken ground
Keeps circling while the deals go down
Same old flags, same old lines
New fear dressed in a better shine

Pre-Chorus

They saw it first
Then sold the frame
Old wounds, new names
Same game—same game

Chorus

There’s something moving in the sky again
Pull me under—pull me in
Every border starts to bend again
Who gets blamed, and who stays clean?
They sell the fear, we fund the proof
All their maps are coming loose
We keep looking up for truth
While they cut the ground beneath our shoes

Instrumental Turnaround

Verse 2

Border lights on a dry black hill
Boys with badges standing still
Drones in the haze, or lies in the feed
Depends on who controls what we see
One more summit, one more call
One more promise on a marble wall
They draw the fear, they trade the glow
And leave the people down below

Pre-Chorus

They saw it first
Then sold the frame
Old wounds, new names
Same game—same game

Chorus

There’s something burning in the sky again
Circle above me—circle within
Every nation needs a name for it
Who gets saved, and who gets seen?
They sell the fear, we chase the proof
All their maps are coming loose
We keep looking up to flee
While the world breaks underneath

Instrumental Guitar Solo

Bridge

Maybe it’s ours
Maybe it’s theirs
Maybe it’s just
The shape fear wears
When the table shakes
And the headlines race
Every empire wants
A sky to blame

Final Chorus

There’s something tearing through the sky again
Pull me under—pull me in
Every empire needs a sign again
Who gets blamed, and who stays clean?
They sell the fear, we bleed the proof
All their maps are coming loose
We keep looking up for truth
While they cut the ground beneath our shoes

Final Refrain

Same game—same game

Outro

A silver shape
Over broken ground
While the world goes
Round and round

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