Verse 1
They met in open fields with rust on their breath
Sun cooking the truth into the side of death
Didn’t know the names of the men pulling strings
Just knew blood bought land, grain, women, and kings
Kill, take, conquer, sleep with a lie
Call it honor so the guilt don’t climb
Simple math carved deep in the dirt
Honest kind of evil, how the world learned to work
Pre-Hook
But the fields got crowded, too loud, too raw
Too many ghosts for the stories they saw
Hook
Same war, new suit, new stage, new screen
Blood don’t vanish, it just goes unseen
From steel in the dirt to the glow in your hand
They don’t need your body, they just need your land
Same war, new rules, quieter screams
They don’t fight for land now, they fight for your dreams
Verse 2
So they stitched up flags, pressed boots real clean
Drew lines on maps, called it civilized dreams
You didn’t fight God, you didn’t fight crown
You fought so a ghost could skim you down
Factories rose, smoke filled the sky
Men turned to numbers, inventory lines
Pull the lever, hit the switch, follow charts
Progress counting bodies like spare parts
Pre-Hook
Hate wasn’t needed, just obedience
Efficiency killed conscience repeated
Hook
Same war, new suit, new stage, new screen
Blood don’t vanish, it just goes unseen
From steel in the dirt to the glow in your hand
They don’t need your body, they just need your land
Same war, new rules, quieter screams
They don’t fight for land now, they fight for your dreams
Verse 3
Then they learned real fast what death can cost
Dead men don’t buy, dead markets lost
So the battlefield slid without a sound
Like a thief who learned how flocks get lost
Now it’s in your head, what you trust, what you it cost
What you think is real, what disappears
No trash to talk. no medals, just feeds on repeat Two a.m. lies tapping rhythm losing sleep
Bridge
Call it info, call it talk
Call it freedom while they walk
Off with profit, off with time
While you argue the design
Hook
Same war, new suit, new stage, new screen
Blood don’t vanish, it just goes unseen
From steel in the dirt to the glow in your hand
They don’t need your body, they just need your land
Same war, new rules, quieter screams
They don’t fight for land now, they fight for your dreams
Outro
Wars were never faith, that was scent in the air
Ownership’s the engine, always been there
Land to labor, oil to gold
Now attention’s the thing they hold
They told you it ended, history done
Just opinions left, pick one
But the blood economy still runs the machine
Learned how to whisper instead of scream
DonaldFritsche
