

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Y’all dropped in from a distant sky Chrome-plated crew, talkin’ like you’re gods Scanners out, runnin’ numbers on me Like a heart’s just data on a pod You said, “Weak skin, short lives, such a flawed design” I just laughed, tipped my hat, met your eyes Said, “Buddy, that’s a truck, toss it in by yourself” Watched you strain while I leaned on the side [Chorus] Humans, hell yeah, we don’t break Stronger, faster, learn from every mistake We bleed, we fall, we crawl, we stand Build a home outta rock and sand You can beam, you can brag, you can scan what you can But you’ll never out-heart A human, hell yeah [Verse 2] You showed vids of your perfect planets Silver seas and towers in the clouds I showed scars from a summer tornado How we dug our neighbors out of the ground You said, “Logic says you all should be gone by now” I said, “Logic’s never run a dead-end town” We plant seed in the cracks, sing loud when it hurts Turn busted-up barns into sacred ground [Chorus] [Bridge] You got ten brains hummin’ in a crystal core I got one and a gut, and I still want more [low vocal register] You can dodge every hit with your fancy tech But can you hold your kid with a broken neck? [spoken, half-laughed] Didn’t think so, did ya? [crescendo] We’re the storm, we’re the fire, we’re the last ones standin’ When the lights go out and the sky starts crashin’ We don’t power down, we double down again From the first deep breath to the very last stand [Chorus]
Tags
country, Big 90s arena-country energy with male vocals; twangy Telecaster hooks, fiddle answering the vocal, and a stomping four-on-the-floor kick. Verses stay tight and story-driven with roomy drums and slapback on the lead; chorus explodes with stacked gang vocals, handclaps, and soaring slide guitar fills. Middle-eight drops to half-time with just acoustic and fiddle before a key-change final chorus and ad-libbed tag.
2:59
No
1/9/2026