Children of the Pulse

[Intro] [Drums pounding, distant bomb echoes] [Whispers:] "Life... is the only truth..." --- [Verse 1] While they sign their wars with golden pens, we cry beneath the rusted ends. They preach of glory, flags, and pride, but never watch their own sons die. --- [Verse 2] Maps are drawn with someone else’s blood, while we drown beneath the flood. To them, death’s just a flashing screen— to us, it's every torn routine. --- [Pre-Chorus] No more silence, no more fear. We weren’t born to die for them! We weren’t born to die for them! --- [Chorus] We’re not meat for their machines, not bricks inside their bloody schemes. Life burns deep, life won't fold, though we’re tired and growing cold. They want us broken, they want us numb… but we keep breathing while the world goes dumb. --- [Verse 3] They don’t see the child’s eyes, or bread split under burning skies. But fire still burns in every street, a pulse that rises from defeat. --- [Bridge - half spoken, rap-rock rhythm] We were not born for war-torn screens, or to chase some leaders’ dreams. We're mothers, lovers, flesh and name— not numbers lost in someone’s game. (Pa pa! Clack clack! Breathe in!) --- [Breakdown - Chant] LIFE! LIFE! LIFE! (Don’t take our voice...) LIFE! LIFE! LIFE! (Don’t kill our choice...) --- [Final Chorus] We’re not meat for their machines, not dust beneath their steel routines. We scream for peace, we bleed to live, we take back more than they can give. And though the thunder keeps rolling in, we’re still alive… and we won’t give in. --- [Outro] [Slow guitar fade, wind, deep breath] [Whisper:] "Life... can’t be priced... can’t be owned."