Prompt / 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
Tags
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.
Duration
3:12
Instrumental
No
Created
3/5/2026