Thirty-Five Percent
[Intro]
January lights on silent streets
Radiators whisper doubt
Numbers flicker on the screens
We feel the cold before it’s out
[Verse 1]
Thirty-five percent on Thursday morning
Blinking red in control rooms deep
They say the system’s stable
While the ground beneath us sleeps
Once the tanks were full of promises
Now they’re hollow, thin and slow
Gas is there but won’t come rising
When the pressure drops below
[Pre-Chorus]
They told us: trust the market
Let the numbers do their part
But markets don’t feel winter
And graphs don’t warm the dark
[Chorus]
Thirty-five percent
Still standing, barely whole
Reserves without a future
Heat without control
We built a nation on engines
On planning, steel and flame
Now we count the days in winter
And call it just a game
[Verse 2]
Underground cathedrals
Stone and steel and ancient ground
Gas trapped deep in porous silence
Can’t move fast when it runs down
Caverns breathe, but slower now
Every percent costs more
You can’t drain a country evenly
Like water from the floor
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Fifty was the warning
We crossed it quietly
Now the math is lying
To those who choose not to see
[Chorus]
Thirty-five percent
A comfort made of words
Security in sentences
No action, just concern
Households last till the last flame
Industry goes cold
Jobs shut down in silence
As the winter takes its toll
[Bridge] (spoken / half-sung)
No panic, they say
Just save a little more
Turn the heat down one degree
Close the door
LNG ships cross the ocean
Ten days out, maybe more
Hope arrives on schedules
Winter doesn’t wait at shore
[Verse 3]
Wind went quiet last October
Gas stepped in to keep the light
Power born from fossil fear
To save the grid another night
Neighbors knock on German doors
Pipelines change their flow
A crisis travels borders
Faster than we know
[Final Chorus]
Thirty-five percent
Tomorrow less than that
Yellow turns to red too fast
No rewind, no step back
A nation built on certainty
Now learning what it costs
When reserves are just a market
And security is lost
[Outro]
Rehden sleeps beneath our feet
Eleven percent remains
We don’t tremble yet from cold
But from what we failed to change
Thirty-five percent
And falling through the night
This isn’t fear
It’s caution
Before the cold decides
S.
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