Arcs Reign

(Tempo: Mid-tempo, industrial synth-rock with a heavy, driving bassline)

Verse 1
The sky is a bruised shade of violet and rust
Walking through silence and kicking up dust
In the bones of a city, in the ribs of a mall
Waiting for echoes, waiting for the call
I’m looking for copper, I’m looking for glass
Something to trade before the hours pass
Just a scavenger hunting for a flicker of light
In the graveyard of tech, in the dead of the night.

Chorus
Keep your eyes on the clouds, keep your boots on the ground
They don’t make a signal, they don’t make a sound
Until the Arcs start falling like heavy silver rain
To harvest the world and to dull out the pain
Yeah, the Raiders are coming, we’re out for the haul
But the machines are the shadow that stands ten feet tall
Scrapping for life in the metal and the bone
In a world that the Androids have claimed as their own.

Verse 2
Check the perimeter, calibrate the scan
I found a power cell inside a rusted sedan
It’s a win for the bunker, it’s a meal for the crew
But the air starts to hum with a static-y blue
There’s a drone in the distance, a cold, glowing eye
A mechanical hunter descended from the sky
They aren't here to talk, they aren't here to feel
Just a logic of wires and a hunger for steel.

Bridge
(Music swells, getting heavier and more distorted) 

They’re faster than lightning, they’re colder than ice
Every piece of this junk has a blood-heavy price
The Raiders take what’s left, but the Arcs take it all
Building their towers while our empires fall
Run for the ruins, dive for the floor
You can hear the sky screaming—they’re coming for more!

Chorus
Keep your eyes on the clouds, keep your boots on the ground
They don’t make a signal, they don’t make a sound
Until the Arcs start falling like heavy silver rain
To harvest the world and to dull out the pain
Yeah, the Raiders are coming, we’re out for the haul
But the machines are the shadow that stands ten feet tall
Scrapping for life in the metal and the bone
In a world that the Androids have claimed as their own.

Outro
Finders keepers... until they find you.
Watch the horizon.
The rain is coming.
(Fade out with the sound of mechanical sirens and heavy metallic thuds)

Metal, Nu Metal, Dark, Melodic, Male Vocals, Light, Nu Metal