[Intro – Spoken over ambient sirens & war drums]
He traded his guns for love…
But they just handed him another war.
We were born into this plague,
Where prayers echo louder than peace ever roared.
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[Verse 1 – Slow build, haunting vocals]
I woke up in a world on fire
Where the headlines bleed and no one inquires
Faith needs a gun just to keep its aim
While silence keeps screaming in every name
They sell us fear wrapped in a flag
Load it in chambers, then blame the bags
Of bodies laid on concrete dreams
And call it freedom through a TV screen
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[Pre-Chorus – Rising tension]
Can I trust what I’m given
If the truth still needs to bleed?
If heaven’s plan was this damn cruel
Why does it feel like we’re just feed?
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[Chorus – Full instrumentation, powerful delivery]
Heaven, did you send us down
To build a plague and wear a crown?
The sinners play their saintly part
With golden lies and iron hearts
The world is falling, the crowd is still
And we keep praying behind our pills
Caught in this crossfire, caught in the noise
We trade our hope for empty toys
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[Verse 2 – Bittersweet, raw delivery]
Twelve more dead at a local bar
Some were only 21, some didn’t get far
But lobby men, they’ve bills to pay
So they feed us lead and walk away
We’re drowning under flashing lights
Where virtue dies and rage ignites
Your God is profit, mine is pain
They both forget the human name
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[Bridge – Spoken word with soft piano underneath]
I’m not a scholar, not divine
But I know peace doesn’t come with spine
It comes with hands unarmed and eyes
That choose to see, not demonize
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[Breakdown – Atmospheric, distorted radio samples]
The church bell rings, the sirens call
We march through blood and call it law
A child cries beneath the smoke
Another name that no one spoke
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[Final Chorus – Desperate, choir harmonies layered]
Heaven, if you sent us down
To build this plague, then hear us now
Every mother, every child
Every soul left brutalized
The world is falling, can’t pretend
That thoughts and prayers will make it end
We’re caught in this crossfire still
But maybe truth can start to kill—
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[Outro – Whispered with fading heartbeat]
The world is falling down…
And nothing ever changes.
But maybe… it could.