War Machines, Tender Hearts

[Intro]
[low synths pulsing]
Screens glow
Crowds shout
Same script
Played out
[Verse 1]
Leaders talk in numbers
Count cash
Count guns
Build walls
Burn bridges
Call that “being strong”
Every flag
A fracture
Every border
A bruise
They sell rage in headlines
Call it “breaking news”
[Chorus]
I don’t want this war machine
I just want my people free
From the fear
From the fever
From the hate on repeat
Give me peace
Give me laughter
Let the hurt rise above
In this world of taking
Taking
I still bet on love (on love)
[Verse 2]
March feet
Cold pavement
Tear gas in the air
Kids grow up on footage
Think despair is fair
Kings eat first at tables
Leave crumbs
Call it fate
We scroll
We choke on silence
As they escalate
[Chorus]
I don’t want this war machine
I just want my people free
From the fear
From the fever
From the hate on repeat
Give me peace
Give me laughter
Let the hurt rise above
In this world of taking
Taking
I still bet on love (on love)
[Bridge]
If every hand
Reached one hand more
Would we still
Be asking for war?
If every heart
Turned loud enough
Could we drown
This drum with love?
[Chorus]
I don’t want this war machine
I just want my people free
From the fear
From the fever
From the hate on repeat
Give me peace
Give me laughter
Let the hurt rise above
In this world of taking
Taking
I still bet on love (on love)
[Outro]
[filters close in
Bass thins out]
War machines
Fade to rust
Tender hearts
Rise from dust

Dark, hypnotic techno at 130 BPM with a thick, rolling bassline and crisp hats; sparse male vocals treated with delay and reverb. Verses ride a stripped groove, almost spoken. Chorus blooms with wide pads, sidechained synths, and a brighter chord lift to carry the hopeful hook; occasional filtered drops for tension/release., world, techno