Lyrics
[Intro]
Boards on the windows
Ash in our lungs
Kids in the backseat
Praying in tongues
[Verse 1]
[male rap]
Boots on the gravel, got one clip left
Map on the dash, all the borders are wrecked
Sirens still sing from the skeleton towers
We count canned beans like we’re counting our hours
She’s got the rifle
I’m on the wheel
Monsters in daylight
Pretending they’re real
Dead in the ditches with their eyes still open
I floor that pedal like the road’s still golden
[Pre-Chorus]
[female vocal, low and tight]
Whose name do I shout
If the sky burns out?
If the world stops turning
Our kids still count
One breath
Two breath
Hold your ground
[Chorus]
Blood in the dust but we still keep driving
If the sun falls down, we’re the ones surviving
Hand in hand, through fire and silence
This is our war
Our broken alliance
[Verse 2]
[female rap]
Pack on my back, got the photos wrapped
Whole past life in a plastic bag
Hear your heart pound through your secondhand vest
Every heartbeat saying, “Don’t you rest”
Fence line razors, bodies in the wire
Black rain pounding on the metal like a choir
You say “Run”
I say “Stand”
Our little girl’s fingers wrapped around my hand
[male rap]
I’ve seen good men trade their souls for a crumb
Heard God go quiet when the gas masks come
If hope’s just a story that we tell at night
Then I’ll die on the page if you’re still in my sight
[Pre-Chorus]
[female + male, call and response]
If this is the end (Is it?)
Then let it be loud (Let it)
If the dark wants in (Take it)
We choke it with vows
One breath
Two breath
Say it proud—
[Chorus]
Blood in the dust but we still keep driving
If the sun falls down, we’re the ones surviving
Hand in hand, through fire and silence
This is our war
Our broken alliance
[Bridge]
[drop to fiddle + percussion, whispered male/female]
Lights off
Floor cold
Count doors
Count souls
[build]
Fiddle screaming at the edge of the storm
Drums like a heart that refuses to mourn
[full-band crash, screamo male]
I WON’T LET YOU GO TO THE GROUND
NOT WHILE I’M STILL MAKING SOUND
[female shout]
Hold them close when the sky goes black
If death wants you
It comes through me to attack
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Fiddle still crying
Smoke in our clothes
World keeps dying
Family grows
One breath
Two breath
That’s our code
Style
raphybrid hard rock/rap barrage: double-kick drumssnarling distorted guitarsaggressive fiddle riff as a lead motif. verses trade rapid-fire male/female vocalstightly locked to the groove; pre-chorus pulls back to half-timetom-heavy tension. massive dropout into a roaring drop section where the fiddle explodes with tremolo bends and harmonized shriekslayered with a touch of screamo. big gang-vocal chorus with soaring harmonies over crushing chords; dynamic pushes and pulls keep the energy knife-edge intense.hard rockscreamo
Prompt
Hard rock, fast paced rap with intense drumming. Big build up and drop with a fiddle, and a small amount of screamo. Male and female singers. about trying to keep their family alive in an apocalypse.
Credits
Prompt by
Chipster
ChipsterGeneratedJan 14, 2026
ModelAria v5
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