[Intro – Gravel crunching under footsteps, slow dirty distorted guitar] More dust. [Verse 1] The alarm won’t ring, only bombs outside, the ceiling falls on me, the doves have died. My sister doesn’t cry, she hides under the table, holding her one-eyed doll like a scared little animal. Smoke fills my lungs every time I breathe, like ashes mixed with the names we keep. The kitchen split apart like an open wound, my neighbor breathed yesterday… now there’s nothing in the room. [Pre-Chorus] No time for anger, only time to run, grab the water, grab the papers, come on. The sky is gray, the sunlight drowned in black, the ones still walking never look back. [Chorus – Heavy, dirty rock, almost screamed] This is war, not a movie on TV, there are no heroes, just ghosts we used to see. We crawl through the mud just to stay alive, hearts full of names we no longer write. Nobody wins a damn thing here, we just survive while counting the dead every year. [Verse 2] The water tastes like dirt, but we drink it anyway, thirst doesn’t care what your conscience says. The school became dust and broken stone, children’s drawings blown away alone. At night you hear screams, then the power dies, you feared the dark before… now it’s where safety hides. My mother doesn’t speak, she stares at peeling walls, she watched her brother explode… and part of her stayed lost. [Pre-Chorus] No time for anger, only time to run, grab the water, grab the papers, come on. The sky is gray, the sunlight drowned in black, the ones still walking never look back. [Chorus – Heavy, dirty rock, almost screamed] This is war, not a movie on TV, there are no heroes, just ghosts we used to see. We crawl through the mud just to stay alive, hearts full of names we no longer write. Nobody wins a damn thing here, we just survive while counting the dead every year. [Bridge – Slower, only bass and whispered vocals] They say “peace” on the radio while bombs still fall, they count their money while we count the graves of us all. We’re still here searching for somewhere to sleep, asking why this pain was given to keep. They stole the future and left us the scars, now all that remains… is this sound of war. [Final Chorus – Explosive, furious, definitive] THIS IS WAR, THE UGLIEST FUCKING TRUTH, THERE IS NO GOD COMING DOWN FOR YOU. WE ARE ASHES, WE ARE BLOOD AND MUD, NO ONE REMEMBERS OUR NAMES WHEN WE’RE GONE. NOBODY WINS A DAMN THING HERE, WAR IS A GRAVE WITH A LOCKED FRONT DOOR. [Outro – Instrumental fading into wind] We’re still here. Alone. Only dust.
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