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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Dawn comes gray on the sand
Whistle cuts through the dark
Bootsteps count off the distance
Keys swing low like a threat
Iron on wrists
Eyes on dirt
Names they spat
Not our own
One of them laughs at the shaking cup
Spills the water
Keeps the stone
[Chorus]
Cruel slave guards on the hill
Shouting orders just to feel
Something like power in an empty heart
But they can’t chain the part that stays alive
They can’t chain the part that stays alive
[Verse 2]
Sun climbs high
Backs turn red
Salt on skin
Salt in wounds
One lifts his stick like a question mark
Lets it fall just to hear the sound
They trade jokes over our pain
Share a smoke
Share a grin
But when they look too long into our eyes
They look away
Like they might fall in
[Chorus]
Cruel slave guards on the hill
Shouting orders just to feel
Something like power in an empty heart
But they can’t chain the part that stays alive
They can’t chain the part that stays alive
[Bridge]
I count the scars
I count the days (oh yeah)
I count the hands that still reach out in the haze
They hold the guns
They hold the keys
We hold the stories they can’t seize
[Chorus]
Cruel slave guards on the hill
Shouting orders just to feel
Something like power in an empty heart
But they can’t chain the part that stays alive
No
They can’t chain the part that stays alive
Details
GeneratedFeb 5, 2026
Duration2:50
LanguageEnglish
Style
Gritty minor-key folk with male vocals, close-mic’d and intimate. Fingerpicked acoustic guitar and a low, droning fiddle build tension; kick on the 2 and 4 like a marching boot. Chorus swells with gang vocals and stomp-claps, bridge strips back to bare voice and guitar before a final, defiant chorus with raspier harmonies.
Credits
Prompt byHybridmatrix89
ModelAria v5
Prompt
The cruel slave guards
