Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Ash in my teeth Iron in my lungs Sirens gone silent I don’t trust the hush [Verse 1] Boot prints Burned into the gravel Sandbags slumped Like they finally gave up Names carved In a busted metal helmet Half‑buried By the sleepless dust I still flinch At a car door slamming See flares In a flicker of a lamp Count scars On the walls of the bunker Tracing every line Like a map out of hell They told us Hold the line or vanish We held it Till our fingers bled raw Now the sky Looks naked and harmless And that Is the strangest thing I saw [Chorus] It’s over It’s over We outlived the fire We ran out of targets We buried the choir Raise up your hands No rifle No wire The war finally ended But what did it retire? (hey!) It’s over It’s over Scream it till it’s tired The war finally ended We crawl out of the pyre [Verse 2] Field of Twisted metal flowers Tank tracks Filled with weeds and glass Watchtowers Cracking at the ankles Rust veins Creeping up the mast Letters Stuffed in a pocket Sweat‑stained Streaked with old rain I read them Like a book of ghosts Every “come home soon” Now a question in my brain We learned Every shade of terror Every way A heartbeat can stall Now children Paint on the blast wall Turning craters Into games of ball I taste Cordite in the coffee Hear prayers In the squeal of a brake Peace feels Like a bad imposter Like a stranger Wearing my face [Chorus] It’s over It’s over We outlived the fire We ran out of targets We buried the choir Raise up your hands No rifle No wire The war finally ended But what did it retire? (oh!) It’s over It’s over Carve it in the air The war finally ended But the battle’s in repair [Breakdown] [Drums drop to half‑time Guitars lurch and stagger] I hear marching In the quiet (too loud) I hear shouting In the lull (so proud) I feel crosshairs On my back Right now But it’s only It’s only My own Pulse [Gang shouts Call‑and‑response] NO MORE ORDERS (no more graves) NO MORE FLAGS (we’re not slaves) NO MORE HERO MASKS TO WEAR JUST THESE SHAKING HANDS WE SHARE [Verse 3] Morning Crawls under the shutters First sun I’ve seen in my sleep I wake To the clink of dishes Not shells Chewing through the street Neighbors Drag out broken furniture Build tables From the splintered frames We sit Where the checkpoints once were Passing bread Across the old lanes Someone Starts humming an anthem Stops short Lets the last note fall We don’t need Any marching music Just the sound Of a late‑night call I plant My shovel in the garden Turn soil That once hid steel If anything Is worth defending It’s the right To finally feel [Chorus] It’s over It’s over We outlived the fire We ran out of targets We buried the choir Raise up your hands No rifle No wire The war finally ended Let the silence lift higher (yeah!) It’s over It’s over Say it till it’s true The war finally ended Now what do we do? [Outro] [Instruments thin Toms rumble under a low chant] It’s over… over… (whispered) over… over… One breath Then another One step From the wire The war finally ended We walk Out of the fire
Tags
metal, Relentless modern metalcore with galloping, palm‑muted guitars over driving double‑kick patterns; deep male vocals shifting from cavernous growls in verses to shouted gang‑chant hooks. Verses build in layers of rhythm guitars and distant choral pads, then collapse into a chaotic halftime breakdown with dissonant riffs and tom-heavy percussion before a solemn, cinematic outro with trailing feedback and low choir., deep, male vocals, hardcore
Duration
6:31
Instrumental
No
Created
1/30/2026