Lyrics
[Verse]
Streets burn hotter than a gaming console fried,
Controllers in hand, but it’s real life outside.
Bombs in the distance, a percussive soundtrack,
World flipped a switch, now it’s under attack.
[Chorus]
Respawn? Nah, ain't no coming back,
The sky split open, thunder cracks.
From nukes to drones, the chaos don’t stop,
This ain't a game, it’s a glitch in the plot.
[Verse 2]
Maps look the same, but the stakes got real,
Looted the world, now it’s lost its appeal.
Score streaks tally, but bodies they mount,
History rewritten, numbers don’t count.
[Bridge]
Pixels and particles, cities in decay,
Glitched-out horizons in a permanent gray.
Button-mash survival, the weak get erased,
Victory Royale, but at what kind of pace?
[Verse 3]
NPCs of life, scripted to run,
Reload reality, but the clip holds none.
A Cold War sequel, but the heat is maxed,
AI overlords with a nuclear tax.
[Chorus]
Respawn? Nah, ain't no coming back,
The sky split open, thunder cracks.
From nukes to drones, the chaos don’t stop,
This ain't a game, it’s a glitch in the plot.
Style
intensedarktraprapglitch hopglitchworldmale vocals
Prompt
rap, trap, glitch, glitch hop, downfall of the world, turning into a match of Call Of Duty, Bombs exploding all around, nuclear threats
Credits
Prompt bySyctheticBeatz
GeneratedMay 31, 2025
ModelAria v4
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