Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Whole world in ruins
Still chasin’ ghosts
[Verse 1]
Vault-Tec stay hidin’
Rust on the steel, still silent
Doors never open, just sirens
Dust in the air, no guidance
Pip-boy glow on my wrist
Map say treasure, just mist
Bones in the blue jumpsuit
Whole damn future got missed
Brotherhood roam in the ash
Flag on the armor, all brass
Flash of a vertibird pass
Think they got answers? Just scraps
Rumors in every old town
Whispers of tech underground
Diggin’ through bunkers and trash
Only find names, never crowns
[Chorus]
Vault-Tec stay hidin’ in they vaults
We keep lookin’ but it’s all our fault
Chasin’ power till the sky turn salt
NCR fade while the Enclave walk (yeah)
Power-driven, we don’t hit the brakes
Whole wasteland just high-stakes faith
Pray for mercy but it come too late
When the Enclave back and they run this place (run this place)
[Verse 2]
NCR hang by a thread
Posters peel off, colors dead
Caps don’t spin like they said
Peace was a promise, instead
Outposts empty, long gone
Rangers ghosts at dawn
Radio static at night
All of that order withdrawn
Shadows move, that’s the sign
Enclave back in their prime
Black armor step in a line
Helmets reflectin’ the fire
Quiet, efficient, they smile
Talking ’bout “fixin’ the wild”
Same old script, new file
Sanctuary built on denial (yeah)
[Chorus]
Vault-Tec stay hidin’ in they vaults
We keep lookin’ but it’s all our fault
Chasin’ power till the sky turn salt
NCR fade while the Enclave walk (walk)
Power-driven, we don’t hit the brakes
Whole wasteland just high-stakes faith
Pray for mercy but it come too late
When the Enclave back and they run this place (run this place)
[Bridge]
Tell me who you trust in the smoke
Steel wings, flags, or a coat
Every creed carved in a stone
Every lie etched in the bone
We all dig deep for a throne
We all want more than we own
Out here truth get sold
For one last suit of gold
[Chorus]
Vault-Tec stay hidin’ in they vaults
We keep lookin’ but it’s all our fault
Chasin’ power till the sky turn salt
NCR gone while the Enclave talk (yeah)
Power-driven, we don’t hit the brakes
Whole wasteland just high-stakes faith
Pray for mercy but it come too late
When the Enclave back and they call that fate
Style
rapmenacing fallout-inspired trap beat140 bpmmale vocals. detuned bells and eerie pads over heavy 808 glide and crisp hats. verses delivered in a coldclose-mic whisper-rapbuilding into a biggershouted hook with stacked gang vocals. occasional riser sweeps and low choir stabs to sell the apocalypticpower-hungry mood.
Prompt
Dark, rap, trap, vault tec stay hiding in there vaults, the brother hood stay looking and we’ll never find anything useful, and the ncr is almost gone,the enclave has officially returned, power driven
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Prompt by
traphik256
traphik256GeneratedFeb 1, 2026
ModelAria v5
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