[Subgenre: Nu-Metal, Rapcore, Alternative Rock] [Instrumentation: Heavy down-tuned guitars, aggressive scratching, driving bass, explosive drums] [Vocals: Intense rap-verse, melodic explosive chorus with screaming elements] [Verse 1] He wakes up at one, coffee foam in his hand, In a cozy apartment, where the mornings are grand. He opens up X — sees the "experts" engage, And starts his analysis right from his stage. He talks about strategy, maps out lines on the screen, Retweeting the trends with a face so serene. To him this tragedy is just some content, Another hot internet-epicenter event. He knows exactly how to hold the frontlines, Sitting in safety, where his well-fed life shines! [Verse 2] But outside my window — the heavy steel flies, And the walls start to shake from the night-strike replies. While he calculates virtual numbers and potential, Someone gives up their life in bloody sweat, confidential. He puts a small flag in his profile so neat, Believing it stops the avalanche on the street. To him this war is a media hype to pursue, But to us — it's survival each day through the ruin. [Chorus] Oh, you generals of digital barricades, Sending advice from your sheltered arcades! Your "holy war" is just clicks and a like, While the real kamikaze drones ready to strike. You teach us to live, you know all 'bout the end, While outside our window, the real blocks burn, my friend! [Verse 3] [Vocals: Fast, aggressive rap-delivery with heavy bass drops] And up in the offices, where the leaders compete, A blind and absurd drama takes its high seat. When our common house is burning down to the ground, The republic chiefs turn old archives around. One gives ancient titles to heat up the crowd, Waking up old traumas, historical cloud. The other takes medals back in a blind rage, While the real ballistic missiles hit our shared border stage! They count the dry bones in the graves of the past, While the enemy horde moves forward so fast! [Verse 4] [Vocals: Double-time aggressive rap delivery, heavy industrial guitar riffs] The sky is buzzing, swarm drones on attack, Down in the shelters, no time to look back. Ballistics rip through the air, seconds to run, While they debate online what should be done. The network is boiling as cruise missiles fall, Someone gets hit, someone starts a vendetta for all. We track the deadly drones through smoke and the night, While the digital general stays safe from the fight! [Chorus] Oh, you generals of digital barricades, Sending advice from your sheltered arcades! Your "holy war" is just clicks and a like, While the real kamikaze drones ready to strike. You teach us to live, you know all 'bout the end, While outside our window, the real blocks burn, my friend! [Bridge] [Instrumentation: Drums drop out, glitchy industrial bass beats] [Vocals: Quiet, rhythmic, building up intensity] The irony is, this cry comes through a screen, We hammer the keys, hiding deep in the routine. We talk about pain over digital bass, While computers are counting our votes in this place. We pray for the weapons, but we just get a trend, Another deep, empty concern till the end! [Scream] Wake up! [/Scream] [Digital glitch noise building up, blending into heavy bass scratch] [Outro] [Instrumentation: Full explosive nu-metal climax, driving guitars] Go write your tweet, analyst with a name, [Backing vocals] While we die in this place! [/Backing vocals] Your internet front will close down in the deep... And we count the explosions, with no time to sleep. [Sound of air raid siren fading out under heavy guitar riff]
