[Verse 1] Dawn tastes bitter, ash on my tongue, A breath of engines ground to dust. The sky sags heavy, stained and torn, Leaking another day of rust. Dirt grips tight beneath my nails, Like the ground is calling me home. Each pulse rattles something buried, Each new light feels less my own. The wind threads bullets through the air, Weaving boys into fading names. We stand like crops before the blade, Cut down before we learn the game. [Pre-Chorus] They painted maps with ruler-straight lines, Then filled them in with crooked bones. Someone far away moves little flags... We're the fingers getting cut to stone. [Chorus] Tell me what flag drinks this blood, What crown grows fat from shattered lungs? I'm just another match struck in the rain, Burning bright for someone else's sun. I'm a nail driven into history's coffin, A brick inside a stranger's throne. If victory has a human face... Why have I never seen my own? [Verse 2] My rifle's become another rib, Bolted tight against my beating chest. It whispers every language death knows, None of them explain the rest. My friend disappeared inside an explosion, Like God erased him with dirty hands. Only his helmet kept standing there— A cracked moon buried in the sand. The crows don't care whose anthem wins; They feast beneath both colors still. The river carries every uniform To the same indifferent sea. [Pre-Chorus] Every order is another shovel, Every charge another nameless grave. They call this duty from polished rooms... Out here, duty just learns how to decay. [Chorus] Tell me what flag drinks this blood, What crown grows fat from shattered lungs? I'm just another match struck in the rain, Burning bright for someone else's sun. I'm a nail driven into history's coffin, A brick inside a stranger's throne. If victory has a human face... Why have I never seen my own? [Bridge] The battlefield's a hungry furnace, Melting names into identical steel. Heroes, cowards, saints, and thieves— Ash forgets the way they feel. My mother's voice is growing smaller, Like a candle drowned beneath the tide. If I survive this iron winter... Will the boy I was survive? [Final Chorus] Tell me what god keeps this ledger, Counting sons like grains of sand. How many hearts must feed the engine Before it finally jams? When the silence grows like wildflowers Through helmets split and rifles shorn, Maybe then the earth remembers... We're just as fragile as when we're born The war keeps chewing through tomorrow, A wolf that never learned its fill. And I'm still bleeding questions... No one ever meant to kill.
