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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Newsprint on the doorstep
Coffee going cold
Thumbs stained with headlines
I can't even fold
Sirens in the background
Threading through the day
All this broken glass
We just step around and pray
[Chorus]
There’s blood on our hands in the daylight
Fingerprints on every broken frame
We keep calling this chaos a story
Then act surprised it ends the same
We stand in the smoke of the fires we planned
Say we don't understand
But there’s blood
There’s blood on our hands
[Verse 2]
Kids draw tanks in crayon
On the kitchen floor
Teacher hangs their pictures
By the classroom door
Screens glow in the darkness
Like a private war
We scroll past the bodies
Asking
"who is keeping score?"
[Chorus]
There’s blood on our hands in the daylight
Fingerprints on every broken frame
We keep calling this chaos a story
Then act surprised it ends the same
We stand in the smoke of the fires we planned
Say we don't understand
But there’s blood
There’s blood on our hands
[Bridge]
How many names
Fit on one small stone?
How many times
Will we say "unknown"?
If every scream
Had a steady beat
Would we finally hear it
Under our own feet?
[Chorus]
There’s blood on our hands in the daylight
Fingerprints on every broken frame
We keep calling this chaos a story
Then act surprised it ends the same
We stand in the smoke of the fires we planned
Say we don't understand
But there’s blood
There’s blood on our hands
Details
GeneratedMar 5, 2026
Duration3:12
LanguageEnglish
Style
Gritty alt-rock with male vocals; verses ride a tense, mid-tempo groove over distorted bass and tom-heavy drums, guitars muted and scratchy. Chorus explodes with wide power chords, gang shouts on key lines, and a soaring vocal that edges into a rasp. Bridge drops to half-time with a droning guitar line, then slams back into the final hook at peak intensity.
Credits
Prompt byJayless
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A song about the blood and violence that exists in reality
