[Intro] Ash in the air Dust in my lungs Geiger tick Then the siren hums [Verse 1] Whole world burned We just kept breathing Gold mask on But the roots still bleeding Steel flags wave On the rusted fences Old war ghosts In the power trenches Blue suits deep Where the doors stay sealed Trade one cage For a safer field Enclave codes In a bunker ceiling Talk pure blood While the kids stop feeling [Chorus] In the wasteland, everybody talk tough ‘Til the ground shake, claws start to crawl up (yeah) If you step out, better hope the walls hold ‘Cause the beasts out there really want your soul (soul) We just hide fear in our armor and our vaults Ghouls in the dark still know all our faults In the wasteland, every faction want a throne But the dirt don’t care who owns these bones [Verse 2] Smell of melt In the morning wind Brotherhood march Like they never sinned Shiny paint On a cracked foundation Bless their guns Like a congregation Suit-and-tie lies In a sterile station Talking new world Like a brand salvation But the sky still sick And the ground still hums And the sand still drinks When the rainstorm comes [Chorus] In the wasteland, everybody talk tough ‘Til the ground shake, claws start to crawl up (woah) If you step out, better hope the walls hold ‘Cause the beasts out there really want your soul We just hide fear in our armor and our vaults Ghouls in the dark still know all our faults In the wasteland, every faction want a throne But the dirt don’t care who owns these bones [Bridge] Night hits quiet Then a far-off roar Scratch on concrete Right outside your door (shhh) You can pray to the banners Pray to the brand Still end up red In the same dry sand [Chorus] In the wasteland, everybody talk tough ‘Til the ground shake, claws start to crawl up (yeah) If you step out, better hope the walls hold ‘Cause the beasts out there really want your soul We just hide fear in our armor and our vaults Ghouls in the dark still know all our faults In the wasteland, every faction want a throne But the dirt don’t care who owns these bones

rap, Dark cinematic trap with heavy 808s, sparse piano stabs, and eerie choir pads. Male vocals, half-whispered verses that build into a menacing, chant-like hook. Sub-bass swells and glitchy percussion accents in the gaps; chorus widens with stacked ad-libs and distant, distorted shouts. Final hook rides out over a filtered beat and crumbling ambience.

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