Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Grey knife on the horizon Old hull Fresh warpaint Carving up the clouds in orbit Like it’s just another day at work Hangar doors yawning open Frigates like teeth in its jaw Who builds a factory of fighters Then throws it straight into the maw? [Chorus] Vendor-class over my head Blotting out the blue Turning noon to red Every crate Every cage Every bolt they bled Built for war Now the war’s its bed Vendor-class over my head [Verse 2] Deckhands sleep by the bulkheads Dream in numbers Not in names Count the fuel Count the cargo Count the dead Never count the shame A convoy turned executioner Supply lines tracing scars Just a “support ship” on the records But it swallows little stars [Chorus] Vendor-class over my head Blotting out the blue Turning noon to red Every crate Every cage Every bolt they bled Built for war Now the war’s its bed Vendor-class over my head [Bridge] Is it just steel Or a ghost that learned to breathe? All these decks All these deals All these lives beneath its feet [Chorus] Vendor-class over my head Blotting out the blue Turning noon to red Every crate Every cage Every bolt they bled Built for war Now the war’s its bed Vendor-class over my head (over my head) Vendor-class over my head
Tags
rock, Modern cinematic rock with male vocals; chugging drop-tuned guitars, tom-heavy drums, and a grinding bass drone under the verses. Chorus explodes with wide power chords, stacked gang vocals on the hook, and soaring lead guitar countermelodies. Bridge pulls back to half-time, distant choirs, and feedback swells before a final full-tilt chorus.
Duration
3:44
Instrumental
No
Created
2/23/2026