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Lyrics
[Verse]
Men in suits draw lines on maps
Money rules they tighten the traps
We pick the guns they load with fear
Marchin' out our fate is clear
[Verse 2]
Blood and sweat on foreign soil
For their gain we burn and toil
Play their game we take the hits
Coffins filled while they get rich
[Chorus]
War machine keeps churnin' round
Innocents fall on hollow ground
They sip their wine in lavish halls
While we break against their walls
[Verse 3]
Cry for peace but none will hear
No one listens when profit's near
Sacrifice our flesh and bones
They build towers we're just stones
[Bridge]
Meetings in the boardroom bright
Sign away our days and nights
Down the chain the orders flow
To the trenches we all go
[Verse 4]
Spoils of war in private vaults
We bear the wounds they claim the faults
Medals pinned on worn out skin
They toast to us we lose and they win
Details
GeneratedOct 28, 2024
Duration3:18
Style
aggressive heavy rock distorted
Credits
Prompt by
Kevin Laden
Kevin Laden ModelAria v3.5
Prompt
A heavy rock song about how the rich plan the wars and that the working and poor classes fight in it for them. The rich enjoy the rewards of war, but the people suffer from it.
