Broke Them (Verse 1 – Broken Spirit) The first shot ain’t the bullet—it’s the doubt inside your head, A whisper in the silence saying, “Maybe we’re already dead.” Never give ’em daylight, never let ’em catch their breath, Every little victory keeps them one step closer to death. Keep the pressure endless, every sunrise, every night, Turn their confidence to shadows, steal the courage from the fight. Watch the questions start to poison every promise that they made— “Is this worth it?” echoes louder every time they lose the day. No celebration for the enemy. No emotional win. Break their spirit… Before the battle can begin. Chorus BROKE THEM! Broken Spirit! Broken Body! Broken Soul! Take away the reason, take away the goal. When E.P.I.C. comes marching, every heartbeat starts to fear… Every Player Is Crazy—United! The End… Is Near! (Verse 2 – Broken Body) Steel collides with fury, hear the battlefield ignite, Every step is calculated, every move is made to fight. Drive them backward, never falter, never give them room to stand, Crush the line before they ever think they’ve got the upper hand. Every wound’s a warning, every setback leaves its scar, Every loss reminds them they won’t make it very far. If they can’t keep pushing forward, if they’re forced to yield the ground, The war is won the moment that their strength can’t be found. No mercy for resistance. No room to recover. Pressure after pressure… Until they choose another cover. Chorus BROKE THEM! Broken Spirit! Broken Body! Broken Soul! Take away the reason, take away the goal. When E.P.I.C. comes marching, every heartbeat starts to fear… Every Player Is Crazy—United! The End… Is Near! (Verse 3 – Broken Soul) Now the fire’s gone to ashes, now the silence says it all, Dreams abandoned on the ground beside a broken city wall. Hope’s a fading memory, tomorrow disappears, Nothing left but empty echoes ringing through the years. This is domination—earned by never standing still, Not by chance or fortune, but by discipline and will. Every Player Is Crazy… together they endure, One unstoppable alliance with a purpose strong and sure. When opposition crumbles… When resistance disappears… One name remains standing. E.P.I.C. Final Chorus BROKE THEM! Broken Spirit! Broken Body! Broken Soul! No surrender. No retreat. Total control. Stand together. Stand forever. Let the battle cry be clear— Every Player Is Crazy—United! THE END… IS NEAR!
