[verse] Sirens cut the silence into fragments, the pavement trembles under borrowed boots. Headlights bleed across the avenue, every shadow heavier than truth. [pre-chorus – guitars tighten, drumroll rising] A language of metal spoken without words, broadcasts flicker on shattered screens. [chorus – explosion, vocals shouted, guitars open wide] Incoming war, through the cracks in every wall. Incoming war, we measure distance by the fall. [verse – quieter, voice dry, almost spoken] No flags, only windows breaking, no saints, only numbers erased. The air tastes like iron, but no one calls it by its name. [bridge – bass dominant, monotone chanting] They draw their maps with broken glass, our streets are just unfinished lines. We are the silence waiting to erupt, the pulse beneath the sirens. [chorus – shouted, layered vocals] Incoming war, we feel it under our skin. Incoming war, the city folds but we remain within. [outro – feedback, screamed fragments] Incoming. Incoming. Incoming.
