Track · Apr 14, 2026 · English

Cannon Fodder

General_Nemecyst5 plays

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4:11

Language

English

Lyrics

[Intro]

[low rumble, distant alarms]

Marching boots on broken ground

Masks on

Heads down

Static in the background (yeah)

[Verse 1]

Barcode on my dog tags

Paycheck for a body bag

Signed up for a way out

Got drafted to a blood tax

Cheap gear, cheap grace

Dust caked on my face

They aim past my name tag

Only headline is the grave

They feed us fear in rations

Scroll wars, closed captions

Push this button, pull that trigger

You just numbers in their captions

I see targets on the children

I see profits in the killing (uh)

They call it “keeping order”

I call it what it is:

Cannon fodder

[Chorus]

I’m just cannon fodder

Lined up, locked in the sight

They say “run it harder”

While they sleep through the night

If I burn, if I fall

Will they even remember at all?

I’m just cannon fodder

Till I turn and aim at the wall (hey!)

[Verse 2]

Second voice

I was born in the crossfire

School desk, live drills, raw wires

Learned math, learned maps, learned

How to hide when the room turns quiet

They sell fear like fast food

Countdowns on the classroom

Whole world in a flashbang

Brown sky, black rain, red news

Got friends in a foreign sand

Came back with a shaking hand

Heard “thank you for your service”

Then they cut off all his plans

They raise flags for the cameras

Toast death in their mansions (yeah)

But the names on the stone line

Ain’t theirs, it’s the abandoned

[Chorus]

I’m just cannon fodder

Lined up, locked in the sight

They say “run it harder”

While they sleep through the night

If I burn, if I fall

Will they even remember at all?

I’m just cannon fodder

Till I turn and aim at the wall (aim at the—)

[Bridge]

(first voice)

What if we all dropped weapons at once?

(second voice)

What if we all stopped marching to drums?

(together)

What if the sky went quiet for real

No planes, no bombs, just time to heal?

[first voice]

They can’t fire us if we walk

Second voice

They can’t buy us if we talk

Together

We ain’t numbers, we got names

We ain’t pieces in their game (nah)

[Chorus]

We were cannon fodder

Now we’re breaking out of the line

If they want their order

They can pay with their own lives

If we burn, if we fall

They gon’ feel every crack in the wall

We were cannon fodder

Now we’re coming back for it all (for it all)

[Outro]

[beat stutters, bass alone]

Dog tags on the table

Boots left by the door

They won’t write our stories

So we carve them in the floor

Style

raphybrid rap-metal banger: distorted bass and detuned synth dronedouble-kick drums under trap hatscrunchy nu-metal guitars on the hook. two aggressive male rappers trading bars and call‑and‑response chants; verse one tighter and technicalverse two raw and ragged. big gang-vocal chorus with shouted harmonies and filtered scream layers; occasional ambient risers and glitchy reverses between sectionsending on a suddenclipped stop.hard rocktechnohip hopnu metalmetalrockambientenglish

Prompt

Song on "Bass, ...Cannon fodder", rap, hip hop, techno, ambient, rock, hard rock, metal, nu metal, duel male rapper vocalsz

Credits

Prompt by

General_Nemecyst

GeneratedApr 14, 2026

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