[Verse 1] I’m just a kid in a war suit, Hands won’t stop shaking on the grips. You call it “fate” when the guns shoot, I call it blood on my fingertips. You say I’m born for this cockpit, “See what the normal ones can’t see.” But every flare on my target Feels like it’s burning into me. [Pre-Chorus] You say this pain will make me wise, “See through the fog, read all their lies.” But every echo in my head Just keeps on asking why we’re dead. [Chorus] Newtype, Oldtype, we all bleed the same, Dying for colors and borrowed names. Newtype, Oldtype, do you feel it too— Every shot tearing right through you? Newtype, Oldtype, who will take the blame? Men with clean hands, far from the flame. Newtype, Oldtype, we all bleed the same… We all bleed the same. [Verse 2] I hear them cry through the static, Fear in a language with no words. We’re just spent fuel for your tactics, Names disappearing into blur. You call it “gift,” you call it “sign,” Proof that your history must be right. But every mind that cuts through mine Is screaming that they don’t want to fight. [Pre-Chorus] You say our hearts can bridge the void, “Understand them through the noise.” If that was true, then why are we Still turning kids into your toys? [Chorus] Newtype, Oldtype, we all bleed the same, Dying for colors and borrowed names. Newtype, Oldtype, do you feel it too— Every shot tearing right through you? Newtype, Oldtype, who will take the blame? Men with clean hands, far from the flame. Newtype, Oldtype, we all bleed the same… We all bleed the same. [Verse 3] Men in their rooms without starlight Move little markers over maps. They talk of “rights” and “greater light,” But never hear the hulls collapse. They change the story when bodies rise, Call us “awakened” or “betrayed.” Out here I look in my enemy’s eyes And all I see is someone afraid. [Pre-Chorus] If this is all your grand design, Why does it feel like endless grief? If I can feel a stranger’s soul, Why can’t we lay these guns and leave? [Bridge – Clean / Harsh] (Clean) Can you feel me breaking through your lines? (Harsh) Hold the course, they’re the sacrifice. (Clean) Every pilot that you send to burn— (Harsh) Just another wheel that has to turn. (Clean) If you could see what I can feel, (Harsh) You would know this war’s not real. (Clean) If you could hear them say your name, Would you still play the same old game? [Breakdown – Soft] All these voices in my veins, All these lives you turn to stains. Tell me, is there anything Left of us you didn’t claim? [Chorus] Newtype, Oldtype, we all bleed the same, Dying for colors and borrowed names. Newtype, Oldtype, do you feel it too— Every shot tearing right through you? Newtype, Oldtype, who will take the blame? Men with clean hands, far from the flame. Newtype, Oldtype, we all bleed the same… [Final Tag] Newtype, Oldtype… We all bleed the same.
