Verse 1:
Boots in the mud, smoke in the air
Sirens screaming but nobody cares
Neon news on the TV screen
Selling us blood like it’s evergreen
Verse 2:
Mothers pray while the missiles fly
Leaders shake hands, tell another lie
Radio drowns in the static roar
But I can hear the dead at my door
Pre-Chorus:
Raise your hands if you’re tired of graves
If you’re sick of the flags on the broken and brave
They teach us glory in a funeral march
But I’m striking a match in the dark
Chorus:
So I’ll play my guitar over gunfire
Scream these chords like a funeral choir
Turn the tanks into twisted steel
With every riff that they can’t kill
I won’t bleed for your holy war
I won’t drown in your money storm
If the world’s gonna burn, then I’ll burn it brighter
With guitars over gunfire
Verse 3:
Black smoke banners in a blood-red sky
Kids draw bombs while their parents cry
Politicians in a golden hall
Toast champagne to the next downfall
Verse 4:
They draw borders with a razor wire
Then pour gasoline on a funeral pyre
Tell us enemies are all we see
But the mirror looks a lot like me
Pre-Chorus:
Raise your voice if you’ve had enough
Of the suits turning fear into profit and love
They sell us hate in a camouflage frame
But we’re tearing the tags off their game
Chorus:
So I’ll play my guitar over gunfire
Scream these chords like a funeral choir
Turn the tanks into twisted steel
With every riff that they can’t kill
I won’t bleed for your holy war
I won’t drown in your money storm
If the world’s gonna burn, then I’ll burn it brighter
With guitars over gunfire
Bridge:
No more names carved into stone
No more dying for a throne
No more wars in a God’s disguise
No more truth wrapped in pretty lies
Breakdown:
Turn up the amps, let the sirens ring
Drown out the drones with a six-string swing
If peace is a crime, then we’ll break these laws
With calloused hands and a rebel’s claws
Final Chorus:
We’ll play our guitars over gunfire
Light the night like a raging choir
Turn their war drums into rust and dust
With every chord that betrays their trust
We won’t bleed for their holy war
We won’t bow to their money storm
If the world’s gonna burn, then we’ll burn it brighter
Yeah, we’ll burn it brighter
With guitars over gunfire
Outro:
Boots in the mud fade into the night
But the echo of the crowd still fights
As long as there’s a stage and a fraying wire
There’ll be guitars over gunfire