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Intro (lo-fi static, faint thunder + reverb guitar pluck)
Heaven’s painted blue, Hell’s painted red,
Both wear crowns made of bones and bread.
Heroes rise and the idols fall,
But the children still hear war drums call.
Ad-libs (low preacher whisper through static):
“Blue lie, red lie — same hunger, same chains.”
“Gods carved from man’s hand.”
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Verse 1 (gritty rock vocal, distorted guitars crawl in)
We built gods like we build our kings,
Blood-soaked thrones and puppet strings.
Call it holy, call it right,
But both sides choke in the dead of night.
Ad-libs (metal growl preacher):
“No halo, just teeth!”
“No savior, just greed!”
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Hook (metal scream + echoing lo-fi choir pad)
🎸 If you gods, then why we bleed the same?!
Rust on crowns, still they play the game.
🎸 If you holy, why you curse our name?!
Heaven and Hell — same dirty flame.
Ad-libs (shouted over crashes):
“False kings!”
“Broken idols!”
“Storm coming!”
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Verse 2 (lo-fi beat drops in, Tee Grizzley style storytelling)
I seen angels hustlin’, demons in ties,
Both sell hope, both sell lies.
Heaven ain’t savior, Hell ain’t curse,
Both want blood, both want first.
But me? I walk with the storm in my chest,
Whatever god test me gotta prove they’re blessed.
Blue side, red side, both bow low,
Cause no lord moves till Oya say so.
Ad-libs (whispers layered behind him):
“Winds cut crowns.”
“Oya don’t choose sides.”
“Storm swallows both.”
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Bridge (emo-rock, softer lo-fi guitars, thunder cracks)
Mirrors in the sky — they look like me,
Heroes and gods — all built to bleed.
If I imitate gods, then truth reveals,
They fight like men, with rusted steel.
Ad-libs (low preacher rasp):
“Man makes gods…”
“…and gods die like men.”
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Final Hook (full distortion, heavy drums, storm sounds in mix)
🎸 If you gods, then why we bleed the same?!
Drums of war beat louder than names.
🎸 If you holy, why you play these games?!
Heaven and Hell — just shadows in flames.
Ad-libs (overlapping preacher growls & screams):
“Children starve in your light!”
“Storm eats your crowns!”
“Oya walks — no throne survives!”
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Outro (fade back into lo-fi static, rain + guitar echo)
Maybe Heaven’s a courtroom,
Maybe Hell’s just the floor.
If they gods, then they’re our shadows,
Imitating us… wanting more.
Ad-libs (fading, stormy echo):
“Blue burns…”
“Red fades…”
“Storm eternal…”
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