Lyrics
Intro – low, distorted]
Neighbor bangin’ on the wall…
World already dead.
I just answered.
[Verse 1]
Sirens choke the block, lights flicker like sins
Neighbor lost his mind, dead stare through the lens
Door creak open—fuck peace, fuck prayer
Something wrong in the air, feel teeth in the stare
Blood on the floor, not explainin’ shit
Bitch, this world flipped, ain’t no savin’ it
Heads on the floor—symbolic of collapse
Empires fall fast when the brain snaps
[Hook]
Motherfucker, this the end-time hymn
Cunt-mouth prophets preachin’ violence again
Shit get dark when the hope get skinned
We don’t break—we descend
[Verse 2]
Billboards melt—faces glitch and fade
Mary Mouser smile just a nightmare frame
Emma Stone stare cracked in the static glow
Tom Cruise grin when the engines blow
Brad Pitt posters peel off the brick
Hollywood rot turn cinematic sick
Screen glitch—Peyton Roi List in the static plea
“Please help me,” echo through the dead TV
Hands outstretched like a ghost in glass
Just a nightmare loop while the seconds pass
Brad Pitt runnin’ labs in a burned-out zone
World War Z vibes, cure on loan
Maps on the wall, blood on the pen
Tryna save us all while the dead close in
[Bridge – whispered, feral]
Not real… just echoes…
End of the world wear familiar faces.
[Verse 3]
Homies move Wick-calm, no panic, no sound
John Wick focus when the dead surround
Ven’s voice in my skull—low, venomous tone
“Don’t hesitate now, this world already gone”
Shit on the rules, fuck saviors and crowns
We carve our way out while it all burns down
Zombies outside, neighbor not the same
Everybody feral when the lights go lame
[Chorus]
Fuck fear, fuck God, fuck mercy too
Bitch, we survived what should’ve killed the crew
Blood on the floor, laugh in the rain
Cunt-ass world but we still remain
[Verse 4]
Gas station chaos—Zombieland grin
Crack jokes quick while the dead rush in
Rule one: cardio, rule two: aim
Rule three: don’t trust shit wearin’ a name
Motherfucker, we lived through hell
While the world rang out its own death knell
No heroes left, just scars and grit
End of days—yeah, we built for this shit
[Outro – dying tape hiss]
Neighbors scream.
Screens go black.
Blood stay real.
World don’t clap.
If this hell—then fuck it, we feast.
Apocalypse core.
Rest in peace… or don’t.
Style
rapdark cinematic rap with male/female vocalsheavy sub-bass and sharp trap drums.zombie sounds in backgroundenglish
Credits
Prompt by
AidenRL
AidenRLGeneratedJan 30, 2026
ModelZona