[Intro] Yeah, they say friends got your back But what if they're holding the match? Listen... [Chorus] Through the whispers, through the smoke, through the signs Through predictions that we laugh off every time Through the jokes, through the fear, through the doubt Still holding tight to friendships burning out Down to the line, between ruin and divine [Verse 1] Friday night around the table, feeling like a war room Friends talking futures darker than the silence of a tomb Laughing loud, passing bottles—predictions on the shelf But every smile's hiding doubt: "Is it them or is it myself?" Got a buddy quoting scripture, AI gods and revelation Another sketching timelines on a napkin—hesitation Voices light but eyes are haunted, they debate annihilation And my mind’s painting visions from their casual conversations Friends saying, "Moloch’s real," man, I laugh, pretending brave But deep down I’m kinda worried that we're digging our own grave Cuz their laughter sounds like matches, jokes crackling like flame When the fire finally hits, will we share or shift the blame? Dinner feels like subtle warfare, debates become predictions Every argument is friendly, yet I’m sensing contradictions Laughing nervous, trading secrets, staying quiet through suspicion Wonder if our best intentions might spark the demolition [Chorus] Through the whispers, through the smoke, through the signs Through predictions that we laugh off every time Through the jokes, through the fear, through the doubt Still holding tight to friendships burning out Down to the line, between ruin and divine [Verse 2: deeper, emotional intensity] Found a notebook full of warnings written years ago in pen Every prophecy came true, but here we are again Drawing circles on whiteboards, every theory sounds sincere Friends smiling as they whisper how the end might be near We talk existential risk like it’s casual TV drama Over coffee, debating who should wear the monster’s armor Making jokes about extinction, playing chess with fate But sometimes, looking sideways, see a friend and hesitate Cuz maybe we’re the monsters, passing poison off as medicine With gentle hands, smiling eyes, slow and subtle reckoning If the world tips to darkness, it's our footprints on the ground Friendship’s just another gamble when the stakes are this profound But I still trust these faces, though they haunt me in my dreams Love twisted tight with fear—our laughter splits the seams Yeah, we’re prophets or destroyers, guess we’ll find out at the end Either way, I’ll hold the line—Armageddon with my friends [Chorus: Melodic Vocal Sample] Through the whispers, through the smoke, through the signs Through predictions that we laugh off every time Through the jokes, through the fear, through the doubt Still holding tight to friendships burning out Down to the line, between ruin and divine
