[Intro] Dust on the console Cold in this cage Pip-Boy glow On my face like plague [Verse 1] Vault-Tec logo peeling Rust on the steel, still breathing Terminals flicker like secrets Log after log, just regret and experiments Brotherhood posted at the doorframe Armor too loud, they love war games Say they guard “truth” with their rifles All I see? Gatekeepers in cycles NCR tags in the dirt now Rangers dead, flags turned brown They were chasing some old-time order Woke up late, lost the border [Chorus] Vault-Tec stay hidden, I’m locked in the black Every corridor whispers, “don’t go back” Brotherhood stay in the way, they block my path I been digging through ashes just to find my past We’ll never find anything useful, just bones Just names in the dust, just broken homes Enclave in the dark, yeah, they want that throne Power hungry, power hungry, carving up zones [Verse 2] Heard that crackle on the station Cold voice preaching salvation Flag with the eagle, stitched too clean Can’t be wasteland-made, that’s a different machine Enclave marching in shadows Eyes on reactors and silos Talking “future” in their speeches I see collars, chains, leashes NCR almost gone, just stories Cards in a bar about old glories Caps all spent on the wrong fights Now it’s just caravans ducking searchlights [Chorus] Vault-Tec stay hidden, I’m locked in the black Every corridor whispers, “don’t go back” Brotherhood stay in the way, they block my path I been digging through ashes just to find my past We’ll never find anything useful, just bones Just names in the dust, just broken homes Enclave in the dark, yeah, they want that throne Power hungry, power hungry, carving up zones [Bridge] Who got the codes, who got the keys Who owns the hunger, who feeds the beast If every flag just wants more land What’s a single soul to a metal-clad hand? (yeah) [Chorus] Vault-Tec stay hidden, I’m locked in the black Every corridor whispers, “don’t go back” Brotherhood stay in the way, they block my path I been digging through ashes just to find my past We’ll never find anything useful, just bones Just names in the dust, just broken homes Enclave in the dark, yeah, they want that throne Power hungry, power hungry, carving up zones

rap, Sinister trap beat with detuned bells and booming low-end, male vocals in an icy, whispery delivery that grows more aggressive in the hook. Sparse verses with eerie pads and distant choir stabs; chorus hits with layered ad-libs and distorted backing vocals. Heavy reverb on ad-libs, tight dry lead vocal front and center, occasional glitch FX on line endings to feel unstable and paranoid.

Vault-Tec Shadows