[Verse 1] [Style: alt-punk grunge] [Mood: introspective haunting] [Vocals: male emotive raw near-tears] [Instrumentation: minimal distorted guitar reverb bass light snare] [Dynamics: quiet haunting] [Sounds/FX: eerie wind-like wails faint Military Taps echo] Don’t you know? to train to kill is to train TO die? Stopped short of suicide, and called it sacrifice. Who was the real foe? You should’ve known. [Chorus] [Style: anthemic grunge] [Mood: raw chaotic] [Vocals: male shouted raw intense] [Instrumentation: loud distorted guitars heavy drums reverb bass] [Dynamics: loud explosive] [Sounds/FX: eerie ghostly hums cinematic swell faint Military Taps echo] Rigor mortis of the brain Stuck on insane You thought you were bold But it was madness taking hold [Verse 2] [Style: alt-punk grunge] [Mood: pained conflicted] [Vocals: male emotive raw near-tears] [Instrumentation: distorted guitars pulsing drums reverb bass] [Dynamics: mid-tempo build] [Sounds/FX: eerie distant whispers faint Military Taps echo] You knew “thou shalt not kill,” but you learned to do it well. You blurred the line for the thrill, then begged forgiveness still. [Bridge] [Mood: cold remorseful] [Vocals: male strained raw] [Instrumentation: minimal guitar atmospheric synth then building drums] [Dynamics: building tension] [Sounds/FX: eerie ghostly hums cinematic swell faint Military Taps echo] You hated the weak, the ones short of heart. “It’s not so hard,” you said, You lied from the start. [Chorus] [Style: anthemic grunge] [Mood: raw chaotic] [Vocals: male shouted raw intense] [Instrumentation: loud distorted guitars heavy drums reverb bass] [Dynamics: loud explosive] [Sounds/FX: eerie ghostly hums cinematic swell faint Military Taps echo] Rigor mortis of the brain Stuck on insane You thought you were bold But it was madness taking hold [Verse 3] [Style: alt-punk grunge] [Mood: defiant tormented] [Vocals: male emotive raw near-tears] [Instrumentation: distorted guitars heavier drums reverb bass] [Dynamics: loud intense] [Sounds/FX: eerie wind-like wails unsettling rustles faint Military Taps echo] You stood tall above it all, told fate you were the boss. Dodged the bullet’s hiss, laughed at the close ones but something was lost. [Outro] [Style: alt-punk grunge] [Mood: catastrophic remorseful] [Vocals: male strained echoing fading] [Instrumentation: full band distorted guitars epic drums reverb bass synth undertones] [Dynamics: catastrophic building to fade] [Sounds/FX: echoing screams fading reverb cinematic swell faint Military Taps echo] Now the dead scream! Sleep’s a lie What did you mean Soldiers don’t cry?
