Guitar over war

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