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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Woke up to sirens
Not outside
In my head
They spin
Collide
Static headlines on my phone
"Everything’s fine"
While they pick our bones
Clock in
Clock out
Same grey cage
Smile for the camera
Swallow the rage
Pill in my palm like a tiny moon
Is this the exit
Or just another room?
[Chorus]
I won’t die for your numbers
I won’t bleed for your charts
You count bodies
I count scars on my heart
You sell coffins wrapped in flags
Call it order
Call it pride
If I go under
It’s not “tragic”
It’s a system suicide
[Verse 2]
Billboard preacher says “just pray”
Lobby king signs the decay
Crowd control behind a screen
"Thoughts and prayers"
And a guillotine
Cut to a vote in a velvet hall
Gold pen
Black tie
Whitewashed wall
They raise their hands
We lower our eyes
They call it law
We call it disguised
[Chorus]
I won’t die for your numbers
I won’t bleed for your charts
You count bodies
I count scars on my heart
You sell coffins wrapped in flags
Call it order
Call it pride
If I go under
It’s not “tragic”
It’s a system suicide
[Bridge]
Hand on the rail
One step from the edge (hey!)
Hear them chant
“be quiet
Take your meds”
But I see names carved
Deep in the steel
We are the proof
That their care isn’t real
[Breakdown]
We’re not your waste
We’re not your shame
You build the noose
Then walk away
If one more kid
Falls through your lies
That’s not "fate"
That’s homicide
[Chorus]
I won’t die for your numbers
I won’t bleed for your charts
You count bodies
I count scars on my heart
You sell coffins wrapped in flags
Call it order
Call it pride
If we go under
It’s not “tragic”
It’s your system
Suicide (yeah)
Details
GeneratedFeb 15, 2026
Duration3:09
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Aggressive crossover of thrash metal, hardcore punk, and classic hard rock; male vocals barking in the verses, shouted gang vocals on the hook. Guitars tuned low, palm-muted chugs trading with fast tremolo riffs, bass snarling in the midrange. Drums alternate between d-beat gallops and halftime stomp; snare hits like a gunshot. Chorus opens into wide, dissonant chords with layered screams, then drops into a breakdown built for a circle pit. Vocal delivery stays raw, slightly unhinged, riding the edge of cracking., punk, hard rock, metal
Credits
Prompt byPureJet964
ModelAria v5
Prompt
metal, hard rock, punk song about suicide and the government
