[(Bonus Track II - Album Playlist 'THROUGH THE DAMAGE')] [Final accepted version will be released on YouTube] [YouTube: 'https://www.youtube.com/@animusqt'] [Profile: 'https://suno.com/@animusqt'] [Playlist: 'https://suno.com/playlist/22462ca7-e462-4f19-9da8-db1664033c1d'] ------------------------------------ [ARMCHAIR GENERALS] [VERSE 1 - fast, aggressive, driving] You never held a rifle, you never held a hand that slips away before the morning comes. You talk about the glory from a chair that never shakes, while a mother learns the knock she'll always fear. [PRE-CHORUS - tightening] Your war is easy. It never comes to you. [CHORUS - huge screamed lift] Armchair generals, raise your glasses — toast to boys you'll never be! War is easy from the couches, easy when it's not your job! Armchair generals, keep on clapping — every clap's a beating heart! You send the young to write your history from the living room you'll never leave! [VERSE 2 - faster, spitting] You watched it on your tablet, you argued on the feed, you felt like a soldier from the safety of your screen. But the brave are in the rubble with their mothers' names in their mouths, and they never get a second to decide. [PRE-CHORUS - climbing] Your war is easy. It never comes to you. [CHORUS - full lift] Armchair generals, raise your glasses — toast to boys you'll never be! War is easy from the couches, easy when it's not your job! Armchair generals, keep on clapping — every clap's a beating heart! You send the young to write your history from the living room you'll never leave! [BRIDGE - screamed, relentless] You never heard the knock! You never saw the flag! You never held the letter that came back in halves! YOU NEVER PAID THE PRICE — YOU JUST NOD ALONG! [FINAL CHORUS - maximum] Armchair generals, raise your glasses — toast to boys you'll never be! War is easy from the couches, easy when it's not your job! Armchair generals, keep on clapping — every clap's a beating heart! You send the young to write your history from the living room you'll never leave! [OUTRO - guitars cut, one line held] Somewhere a mother's learning the words you used for fun.
