[Intro]
Marching boots on broken stone
Newsfeed glow on my cracked phone
They smile sharp in tailored skin
Sharp enough to cut us thin
[Verse 1]
Signed our names in smoke and sand
From a room with bottled air
They said "fight for holy land"
Never said they wouldn’t care
Mother’s hands on TV glass
Tracing faces
Counting scars
Same suit
Same crooked laugh
Selling flags and stolen hearts
[Chorus]
This is their war
But it’s our graves
Blood in their signatures
We’re the unpaid
I’m screaming out
But the screen stays brave
How many hearts do they need to trade?
This is their war
But it’s our pain
We carry names while they count gain
I’m burning up in a paper rain
Tearing down the lie they gave
[Verse 2]
Brother came home
Eyes turned stone
Medals clink like empty cans
They parade him through their throne
Use his limp to raise their brand
Tear-stained bills on kitchen wood
Every number feels like fire
If they could
You know they would
Bill us extra for desire
[Chorus]
This is their war
But it’s our graves
Blood in their signatures
We’re the unpaid
I’m screaming out
But the screen stays brave
How many hearts do they need to trade?
This is their war
But it’s our pain
We carry names while they count gain
I’m burning up in a paper rain
Tearing down the lie they gave
[Guitar Solo]
[First solo – frantic bends and rapid-fire runs
Tumbling over chugging riffs
Ending on a dissonant sustained note]
[Bridge]
I won’t die for your cold agenda (hey!)
Won’t bleed for your private sky
Every lie is a loaded weapon
Pointed where the poor ones cry
Raise your fists
Raise your voices
Drown the thunder of their throne
If their hands love war so dearly
Let them march there on their own
[Guitar Solo]
[Second solo – melodic twin-guitar harmony rising over toms
Then ascending into a high
Held scream on the lead before dropping hard back into the groove]
[Chorus]
This is their war
But it’s our graves
Blood in their signatures
We’re the unpaid
I’m screaming out
But the screen stays brave
How many hearts do they need to trade?
This is our rage
This is our say
Tear the masks from their charade
I’m burning up
I won’t obey
Turn their war to dust and clay