In a world ravaged by the relentless sun and the collapse of civilization, we navigate a desolate wasteland where survival is a daily struggle against marauders and the unforgiving forces of nature. Behind the wheel of roaring machines, we traverse the barren plains, haunted by our pasts yet driven by an instinct for survival. Amidst the chaos, hope flickers like distant stars in the night sky, as we forge alliances and defy tyranny in our quest to reclaim what remains of humanity.

Lost Paradise

Ashes of Yesterday

I'm Gone Inside

Pretty Disease

Text:
Verse 1
Two men in a golden hall,
Shadows rising on the wall,
Shaking hands, the cameras flash,
But what’s the meaning, what’s the catch?

Pre-Chorus
Is it power, is it greed?
Do they even see the need?
While the world keeps burning hot,
We keep asking – for what?

Chorus
For what?
For glory, for money, for lies they’ve bought?
For what?
Do soldiers die, while empires plot?
For what?
Is freedom sold, or truth forgot?
We’re screaming out – for what?

(solo)

Verse 2
Whispers hidden, deals unsigned,
History won’t be kind,
Are they talking war and gain?
Or just the price of pain?

Pre-Chorus
Is it power, is it greed?
Do they even see the need?
While the world keeps burning hot,
We keep asking – for what?

Chorus
For what?
For glory, for money, for lies they’ve bought?
For what?
Do soldiers die, while empires plot?
For what?
Is freedom sold, or truth forgot?
We’re screaming out – for what?

(solo)

Bridge
Do they count the faces lost?
Do they know the human cost?
Or just another photo-frame,
Another chapter, same old game?

Final Chorus (bigger, anthemic)
For what?
For thrones of gold that rot?
For what?
Do we bleed, while they cannot?
For what?
History asks and won’t stop,

For What?

Some people don't love you.
 They just play the part. 
They mimic your needs, echo your words,
Wear your reflection like a mask.
 You think it's love.
 But it's a stage. 
You were the only one bleeding for something
That was never real. 
Love shouldn't feel like performance art. 
Especially
When you're the only one getting hurt.

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