[Verse 1]
No sunrise breaks this iron sky
Only the roar when the next ones die
Dust in your mouth, steel in your ribs
The crowd wants blood, and that’s what it gets
They open the gates like a jagged grin
Another poor soul getting dragged within
No past, no name, no right, no wrong
Just how long you last when it all goes wrong
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[Pre-Chorus]
Feel the pull like chains on your spine
Fate isn’t yours—it was never mine
Every scream just feeds the sound
Of something watching underground
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[Chorus]
Step into the slaughter—hear them call your name
Then tear it away like it meant nothing
No escape from the endless spin
You die, wake up, and die again
Crowns made of bone, thrones built on pain
Victory’s hollow, survival’s a chain
Over and over, you’re forced to become
Just another beat of the war drum
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[Verse 2]
Blades collide like a storm let loose
Every choice is the one you lose
You swing, you miss, you feel it land
Your life slips out through shaking hands
Then silence hits—but it doesn’t stay
You gasp alive in the same old place
Same cracked ground, same distant roar
Like you’ve lived this moment a thousand wars
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[Pre-Chorus]
They don’t cheer—they consume the fall
Every death is a ritual
Every breath that you try to take
Is just another thing they’ll break
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[Chorus]
Step into the slaughter—hear them call your name
Then tear it away like it meant nothing
No escape from the endless spin
You die, wake up, and die again
Crowns made of bone, thrones built on pain
Victory’s hollow, survival’s a chain
Over and over, you’re forced to become
Just another beat of the war drum
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[Bridge]
No heaven above, no hell below
Just endless hands pulling the show
They write your fate in loops of red
Resurrect just to watch you bled
You start to break, then start to learn
How long can something inside you burn?
When death’s not death and time won’t run
What are you when you can’t be done?
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[Final Chorus]
Step into the slaughter—this is what you are
A flicker of life in a dying star
No escape from the endless spin
You die, wake up, and die again
No final breath, no last goodbye
Just borrowed time you can’t deny
Over and over, it never succumbs—
You are the echo.
You are the drum.
