Dirt in the Blood by BillyBobGwyn - Zona

Dirt in the Blood by BillyBobGwyn - Zona

Lyrics

Verse 1

The sky’s been bleeding rust for years,

We drink the rain, choke on our fears.

Kids grow up too fast on broken streets,

Learning how to lie before they learn to eat.

Every promise comes with teeth these days—

Biting at the ones who still believe in grace.

Verse 2

I see halos traded for dollar signs,

Preachers selling hope like it’s a landing mine.

Politicians drinking from poisoned wells,

Smiling while the world burns itself to hell.

And the good ones fade like ghosts in the sun—

Ain’t many left who’ll stand when the damage is done.

Chorus

There’s dirt in the blood of the world tonight,

And no amount of tears gonna wash it right.

We’re praying with our fists, crying through the noise—

Drowning out the truth with a thousand hollow voices.

Yeah, the world’s gone cold and the hearts gone numb—

Feels like we forgot where we come from.

Verse 3

Every screen screams another tragedy,

Another soul lost to the apathy.

We scroll past pain like it’s yesterday’s news,

Too tired to care, too tired to choose.

And the silence feels heavier every day—

Like the world’s giving up in a quiet way.

Verse 4

But sometimes I see a spark in the dark—

A kid with hope, a stranger with heart.

A song that cuts through the static and lies,

A hand reaching out when the whole world divides.

Maybe there’s still something left to save—

A little bit of light worth fighting to crave.

Chorus

There’s dirt in the blood of the world tonight,

And no amount of tears gonna wash it right.

We’re praying with our fists, crying through the noise—

Drowning out the truth with a thousand hollow voices.

Yeah, the world’s gone cold and the hearts gone numb—

Feels like we forgot where we come from.

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Bridge (soft, haunting → heavy)

I don’t have answers, just the ache inside,

Watching innocence fall and the wicked rise.

But maybe if we hold on through the pain—

We’ll find something pure

In the wreck and the rain.

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[GUITAR SOLO — slow, mournful → heavy grunge bend]

[SECOND SOLO — distorted, chaotic, fading like a dying world]

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Final Chorus (bigger, more desperate)

There’s dirt in the blood of the world tonight,

And no one left clean enough to make it right.

We’re screaming into storms just to hear our names—

Trying not to sink in the weight of the shame.

Yeah, the world’s gone dark and the days grow thin—

But maybe the light starts

With us again.