Blood on the Bunker Walls (track 9 in my post-apocalyptic story)

[Verse 1] Scrap-metal sun burns the cracked sky Maggie checks her rifle with a dry-eyed sigh Learned the wastes like the back of her hand Secrets buried deep in this poisoned land Saw a kid with fire, took him under her wing Brother-sister bond that the dust couldn't sting [Verse 2] Knocked on a door in some nowhere town Tin roof sagging, paint peeling down Allison's face—like a ghost from the past Exiled for truth, built something that lasts Stan's grease-stained smile, shared stories till dawn "Need work? See Lumley," before they moved on [Chorus] BLOOD ON THE BUNKER WALLS! Thugs in the dark where the old world falls! A scrap of paper, a knife in the heart "They’re coming for Allison [Verse 3] Raced back through ruins, hope choking the air Found Stan’s body cold in the chair No sign of her, just the silence screaming loud Kid’s knees hit the dirt, lost in the cloud Maggie’s voice cuts sharp through the haze: "Get up. We hunt. Til the end of his days." [Bridge] Lumley’s lie tasted slick like oil "Ostergard took her, burned all her soil" But deep in his fortress of concrete and fear A scientist’s mind twisted year after year Electric screams forge a hollow-eyed slave Allison’s gone—but her shadow’s his grave [Outro] Two centuries of ashes, one promise left: Find the butcher. No rest. No rest. No rest.