[Verse] Around the table’s set, plates clink like chess moves, Family portraits on the wall watch as we prove, Words like knives, slicing through the stale air, Old stories breathe fire, tension’s laid bare. Eyes darting quick, like the flicker of a flame, Secrets locked tight, but the silence knows the name. Coffee cools too fast, truth heats up slow, Whispers hold weight that the past won’t let go. [Pre-Chorus] Treading quiet lines, history’s in the cracks, Pressure under skin, no room for turning back. [Chorus] Kitchen table politics, bodies in the war zone, Speaking in riddles, but the pain’s fully known. Hands fold, eyes fold—nothing stays the same, Circle’s unbroken, but no one’s to blame. Kitchen table politics, where the memories clash, Words fall like thunder, then they fade to ash. We’re holding on tight, but the silence screams, Living in the space between the broken dreams. [Verse] Auntie’s voice cuts sharp, like a vinyl scratch rewind, Unspoken lines drawn deep in the family kind. Dad’s leaning back, mask tight as a steel grate, Trying to navigate through love mixed with hate. The clock ticks slow, like judgment in the night, Every truth unspoken adds another fight. But beneath the noise, a longing to connect, To find some peace in the chaos we reflect. [Pre-Chorus] Treading quiet lines, history’s in the cracks, Pressure under skin, no room for turning back. [Chorus] Kitchen table politics, bodies in the warzone, Speaking in riddles, but the pain’s fully known. Hands fold, eyes fold—nothing stays the same, Circle’s unbroken, but no one’s to blame. Kitchen table politics, where the memories clash, Words fall like thunder, then they fade to ash. We’re holding on tight, but the silence screams, Living in the space between the broken dreams. [Bridge] Can we break the pattern, rewrite the script? Find a softer language that’s been eclipsed? Lay down our armor, sit across the line, In that fragile moment, maybe we’ll be fine. [Chorus] Kitchen table politics, bodies in the warzone, Speaking in riddles, but the pain’s fully known. Hands fold, eyes fold—nothing stays the same, Circle’s unbroken, but no one’s to blame. Kitchen table politics, where the memories clash, Words fall like thunder, then they fade to ash. We’re holding on tight, but the silence screams, Living in the space between the broken dreams. [Outro] Between the broken dreams, Where the silence screams.