[Verse 1] Paper generals count their kingdoms, Built from smoke and borrowed names. Every promise wrapped in velvet, Every victory sold in flames. Children drawing brighter futures, While the skyline stains the sky. Someone signs another headline… Someone else is told to die. ⸻ [Chorus] Paper generals… Standing tall on hollow ground. Every empire Falls without a sound. Raise your banners— Watch them disappear. Truth keeps marching… Long after fear. ⸻ [Verse 2] Television saints keep smiling, Selling hope in plastic frames. Every answer costs another Face forgotten by its name. Steel remembers every footprint, Concrete never learns to cry. Still the morning keeps arriving, Underneath the same old sky. ⸻ [Instrumental] [The song drops into a slow, crushing riff before dissolving into sheets of feedback. The guitars begin circling each other, one locked into a heavy repeating figure while the other fractures into harmonics and controlled noise. The tempo gradually accelerates, transforming the dirge into a relentless, urgent drive.]= ⸻ [Final Chorus] Paper generals… Hear the engines fade away. History Outlives yesterday. Raise your voices— Cut through every lie. Only silence Never asks us why. ⸻ [Outro]] [The band collapses into a wall of feedback. One guitar continues ringing while the other scrapes against the strings, producing eerie overtones. The drums stop abruptly, leaving only a sustained low bass note that slowly disappears into tape hiss.]
