Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Motel Bible Page is torn Dad's old jacket Smells like storms Fake IDs in a coffee cup Trunk full of secrets Iron and dust You take highways like they're veins I read lore to numb the pain Every mile another ghost Every town we almost don't [Chorus] This is the life that we were handed Bleeding on the road they planned it Carry the salt Carve the signs Bury our names Save their lives We keep running into fire Burning down what we desire Family business Loaded gun Who saves the saviors when we're done? [Verse 2] Kitchen table Plates and maps Dad's old voice in voicemail scraps "Watch your back" and "Don't die slow" Hard to hear Harder to let go You want normal Want a door That just locks Not wards a war I want peace and I want you But the sky keeps cracking through [Chorus] This is the life that we were handed Bleeding on the road they planned it Carry the salt Carve the signs Bury our names Save their lives We keep running into fire Burning down what we desire Family business Loaded gun Who saves the saviors when we're done? [Bridge] How many worlds on our shoulders? How many scars getting older? If the end comes Hand in hand Do we fight or just let it land? (yeah) [Chorus] This is the life that we were handed Bleeding on the road they planned it Carry the salt Carve the signs Bury our names Save their lives We keep running into fire Burning down what we desire Family business Loaded gun Who saves the saviors when we're done? Who saves the saviors when we're done?
Tags
Moody alt-rock with male vocals, baritone grit. Verses ride a tense, steady drum groove and overdriven bass; choruses explode with wide distorted guitars and gang vocals on the hook. Bridge drops to half-time with eerie organ swells and feedback drones before a final, shouted chorus.
Duration
3:29
Instrumental
No
Created
2/11/2026