Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Smoke in my lungs Sirens in my sleep Mama said "be strong" But the strong still bleed (yeah) [Verse 1] Boot prints in the mud by the playground fence War on the screen, now it’s in my head Teacher talkin’ peace with her hands both shaking I’m drawing tanks in the margins instead Brother got a call, now his room stays quiet Dog still waits by the front door mat Folded up flag in a glass cold frame Tell me what kind of honor feels like that [Chorus] We were just kids in a world war Names on a list, not a scoreboard Prayin’ we make it to next year But the fight keeps draggin’ right back here Boys built for battle, hearts on the floor Trading our futures for somebody’s war If I make it home, what was it all for? We were just kids in a world war (world war) [Verse 2] Rations on the table, dad skipped dinner Said he “wasn’t hungry,” I know that lie Bills like bullets on the kitchen counter Another red stamp, another “final” line News talk loud, but they don’t talk about us PTSD in a paper cup Pills for the panic, prayers for the damage Still wake up shootin’ at shadows at dusk (yeah) [Chorus] We were just kids in a world war Names on a list, not a scoreboard Prayin’ we make it to next year But the fight keeps draggin’ right back here Boys built for battle, hearts on the floor Trading our futures for somebody’s war If I make it home, what was it all for? We were just kids in a world war (world war) [Bridge] Tell me who wins When everyone’s haunted Medals in boxes Dreams all discarded We learned to aim But never to heal Taught how to follow Forgot how to feel (feel) [Verse 3] Writing this note in a dim small barrack Gun by the bed like a guilty friend If I don’t see twenty, read this for me Promise you’ll stop this before it spins again Plant my tags where the wild grass grows Let my name be a warning sign Don’t send your sons just to break your daughters ’Cause some scared leader crossed a line (hey) [Chorus] We were just kids in a world war Names on a list, not a scoreboard Prayin’ we make it to next year But the fight keeps draggin’ right back here Boys built for battle, hearts on the floor Trading our futures for somebody’s war If I make it home, what was it all for? We were just kids in a world war (world war) [Outro] Smoke in my lungs Sirens in my sleep If I wake up Let it finally be peace (yeah)
Tags
rap, Emo-trap beat with roomy kicks, sharp snares, and moody guitar loop; male vocals fragile in the verses, cracking into strained melody on the hook. Layers of distant choir pads swell in each chorus, bass grows more aggressive each time. Final verse strips back to guitar and vocal, then full band crash for a cathartic, echo-drenched outro., emo, world
Duration
3:23
Instrumental
No
Created
3/5/2026