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[Intro]
Count the steps, obey the line
Borrowed breath, borrowed spine
[Verse 1]
They gave me a number, a helmet, a door
A target reduced to a mark on the floor
No face in the glass, no name in the call
Just pressure from above and a trigger to pull
[Pre-Chorus]
If I question, I fracture the chain
If I refuse, they brand me the blame
[Chorus]
Stand down—no, they shout, advance!
Turn a living mind into circumstance!
Fire fast, don’t look, don’t know!
Who made the monster? Who let it grow?
We were not born to be weapons in rows!
We were not born to erase what we know!
[Verse 2]
The order arrived with a clean white seal
The room went quiet; the ground turned real
A child’s red jacket beneath the smoke
One second of mercy, then something broke
[Pre-Chorus]
I carried the silence back through the gate
It sleeps in the walls, it wakes up late
[Chorus]
Stand down—no, they shout, advance!
Turn a living mind into circumstance!
Fire fast, don’t look, don’t know!
Who made the monster? Who let it grow?
We were not born to be weapons in rows!
We were not born to erase what we know!
[Bridge]
Now the house is safe, but I flinch at the rain
A plate hits the floor and I’m there again
My hands know the shape of the rifle stock
My heart counts seconds around every knock
[Breakdown]
Obey
Repeat
Forget
Defeat
No crown, no flag, no polished speech
Can reach the places the orders breach
[Final Chorus]
Stand down—hear the human voice!
There is still a mind beneath the noise!
Fire fast? No—look, decide!
Refuse the hand that weaponized your life!
We were not born to be weapons in rows!
We were not born to erase what we know!
Let the chain fall, let the silence break!
No more souls for a commander's sake!
[Outro]
Count the steps, then stop the line
Take back the breath they called divine
Details
GeneratedSep 16, 2026
Duration4:43
LanguageEnglish
Style
industrial groove metal, low-tuned guitars, crushing half-time verse riffs, militaristic toms, tense dissonant harmonics, low guttural male chanting in verses, rapid-fire shouted male choruses, abrupt stop-start transitions, claustrophobic dry verses opening into a wide but punishing chorus, raw controlled aggression, modern heavy mix with dense guitars and hard transient drums
Credits
Prompt by57Waze2Fish
ModelAria v6
Prompt
PTSD, A critique of blind obedience in modern warfare and the psychological destruction of soldiers forced to become mindless weapons, Low, guttural chanting in the verses, rapid fire choruses, male
