[(Track 9 — Album Playlist 'THROUGH THE DAMAGE')] [Final accepted version will be released on YouTube] [YouTube: 'https://www.youtube.com/@animusqt'] [Profile: 'https://suno.com/@animusqt'] [Playlist: 'https://suno.com/playlist/22462ca7-e462-4f19-9da8-db1664033c1d'] ------------------------------------ [INTRO — child's voice, unsettling, blunt, war ambience] The ground shakes from orders shouted too many times. Two fronts stare across a field no one wants to cross. No speeches. No promises. No victory. Just the unthinkable atrocities. [guitars slam in, stop-start punches] [VERSE 1 — surreal bluntness] They move because someone yelled “forward!” They stop because someone forgot to give orders They stand in rows that don’t mean anything, waiting for instructions that never arrive. Every face looks drained, eyes unfocused, hands trembling from holding rifles that feel heavier every hour. They march left, march right, march nowhere at all, circles carved by confusion, not strategy. Two sides push forward, pull back, push forward again, arguing over ground that doesn’t matter. [PRE-CHORUS — tension, strained delivery] [dark ambience rising] The war keeps moving. But soldiers don’t. [CHORUS — heavy war-beat] [distorted rhythm guitars] [punchy war drums] Hold the line, break the line, nobody knows which side is mine. Push again, pull again, every order feels the same. Hold the line, break the line, every heartbeat out of time. Push again, pull again, death feels heavy in the endless grind. [VERSE 2 — surreal escalation] [guitars chug harder] They march without direction, turning left, turning right, turning back to where they started. No plan. No change. No progress. Just movement for the sake of movement. Every shout overlaps the next, every command repeats itself, every soldier copies motions they stopped understanding days ago. The stalemate grows louder — boots scraping, breath rattling, hands shaking from exhaustion that no rest can fix. Two sides argue over nothing, sending men forward, pulling them back, sending them forward again, as if repetition will create victory. [PRE-CHORUS — panic] [sub-bass pulses] The war keeps moving. But soldiers don’t. [CHORUS — heavier, faster, more chaotic] [wide stereo guitars roaring] Hold the line, break the line, nobody knows which side is mine. Push again, pull again, every order feels the same. Hold the line, break the line, every heartbeat out of time. Push again, pull again, death feels heavy in the endless grind. [BRIDGE — spoken chaos × intensity] [sub-bass heartbeat] [metallic impacts] (spoken, rapid, tense) Left side moves forward, right side moves back. Left side screams louder, right side cracks. No one knows the reason, no one knows the plan. No one knows the moment the war forgot the man. [guitars erupt; drums double-time] [FINAL CHORUS — full insanity, lift] [aggressive chorus lift guitars soaring] Hold the line, break the line, nobody knows which side is mine. Push again, pull again, every order feels the same. Hold the line, break the line, every heartbeat out of time. Push again, pull again, death feels heavy in the endless grind. [OUTRO — atmospheric, unresolved] [guitars echo] [sub-bass fades] The war keeps moving. But soldiers don’t.
