

Prompt / Lyrics
(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)
Tags
Metal, Nu Metal, Dark, Melodic, Male Vocals, Light, Nu Metal
4:22
No
1/17/2026