[Intro] Yeah Whole world in ruins Still chasin’ ghosts [Verse 1] Vault-Tec stay hidin’ Rust on the steel, still silent Doors never open, just sirens Dust in the air, no guidance Pip-boy glow on my wrist Map say treasure, just mist Bones in the blue jumpsuit Whole damn future got missed Brotherhood roam in the ash Flag on the armor, all brass Flash of a vertibird pass Think they got answers? Just scraps Rumors in every old town Whispers of tech underground Diggin’ through bunkers and trash Only find names, never crowns [Chorus] Vault-Tec stay hidin’ in they vaults We keep lookin’ but it’s all our fault Chasin’ power till the sky turn salt NCR fade while the Enclave walk (yeah) Power-driven, we don’t hit the brakes Whole wasteland just high-stakes faith Pray for mercy but it come too late When the Enclave back and they run this place (run this place) [Verse 2] NCR hang by a thread Posters peel off, colors dead Caps don’t spin like they said Peace was a promise, instead Outposts empty, long gone Rangers ghosts at dawn Radio static at night All of that order withdrawn Shadows move, that’s the sign Enclave back in their prime Black armor step in a line Helmets reflectin’ the fire Quiet, efficient, they smile Talking ’bout “fixin’ the wild” Same old script, new file Sanctuary built on denial (yeah) [Chorus] Vault-Tec stay hidin’ in they vaults We keep lookin’ but it’s all our fault Chasin’ power till the sky turn salt NCR fade while the Enclave walk (walk) Power-driven, we don’t hit the brakes Whole wasteland just high-stakes faith Pray for mercy but it come too late When the Enclave back and they run this place (run this place) [Bridge] Tell me who you trust in the smoke Steel wings, flags, or a coat Every creed carved in a stone Every lie etched in the bone We all dig deep for a throne We all want more than we own Out here truth get sold For one last suit of gold [Chorus] Vault-Tec stay hidin’ in they vaults We keep lookin’ but it’s all our fault Chasin’ power till the sky turn salt NCR gone while the Enclave talk (yeah) Power-driven, we don’t hit the brakes Whole wasteland just high-stakes faith Pray for mercy but it come too late When the Enclave back and they call that fate

rap, Menacing Fallout-inspired trap beat, 140 BPM, male vocals. Detuned bells and eerie pads over heavy 808 glide and crisp hats. Verses delivered in a cold, close-mic whisper-rap, building into a bigger, shouted hook with stacked gang vocals. Occasional riser sweeps and low choir stabs to sell the apocalyptic, power-hungry mood.

Vault-Tec Tomb