{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"Audius","provider_url":"https://audius.co","title":"Is-qui - Empty Promises (2026) by Is-qui • Audius","description":"Empty hands reach for a promise\nBig mouth shouting from a rented stage\nBig plans written on a napkin\nSmall purchase at the end of the day\nYou sell us dreams in a paper bag\nFor a few more clean rooms and a flag\nLiar's grin at the camera lens\nCount the money, call it values, call it friends\n\nAnd you point your finger down the wrong road\nAt the ones with nothing left to hold\nDirect the anger, let it burn and grow\nUntil people believe what they've been told\nWar with war, does that make it right?\nYou just feed the fire through the night\nAnd the Earth in the process only gets colder\nOnly gets shyer, only gets older\n\nEvery election just a new mask on the same face\nEvery speech a line from yesterday's disgrace\nGreen words on a gray morning sky\nYou talk about the future while children just breathe and cry\nTaxes climb but down there there's nothing left\nAnd you still call it fair, still call it blessed\nWhen things get tight, you look for scapegoats fast\nAmong the weakest, among the ones who couldn't last\n\nAnd you point your finger down the wrong road\nAt the ones with nothing left to hold\nDirect the anger, let it burn and grow\nUntil people believe what they've been told\nWar with war, does that make it right?\nYou just feed the fire through the night\nAnd the Earth in the process only gets colder\nOnly gets shyer, only gets older\n\nQuick money on a slow dying street\nEvery deal a cold cut, every promise obsolete\nPopulism on the posters, painted bright and cheap\nAnd we pay for this crap while you're counting sleep\nEnvironmental lies on the table, neat and clean\nBut the river runs brown and the air turns mean\nYour fear sells briefly, like a match in the rain\nBut the truth doesn't stay small, it grows with the pain\n\nBut when we stand together, shoulder to shoulder tight\nThe whole illusion falls apart in the morning light\nYour towers of paper, your castles of sand\nCan't hold when we reach out hand to hand\nEmpty hands can still make a fist\nBig mouths can still be kissed by silence\nAnd every lie you've ever told will rust\nWhen we decide to trust what we must\n\nAnd you point your finger down the wrong road\nAt the ones with nothing left to hold\nDirect the anger, let it burn and grow\nUntil people believe what they've been told\nWar with war, does that make it right?\nYou just feed the fire through the night\nAnd the Earth in the process only gets colder\nOnly gets shyer, only gets older\n\nEmpty hands, big mouth\nEmpty promises running south\nBig plans, small purchase\nWe're still here on th","html":"","width":500,"height":480,"thumbnail_url":"https://audius-discovery-2.altego.net/content/baeaaaiqsect7bezmudz2g3aoqoymwd3v7yw5nub7ighyelx7kwzn2lwaibw64/480x480.jpg","thumbnail_width":480,"thumbnail_height":480,"author_name":"Is-qui","author_url":"https://audius.co/Isqui","cache_age":3600}