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Bullet For My Valentine - Alone - Guitar Cover

[Verse]
You lit the match now watch it burn
The bridge is gone no way to turn
Your shadow's fading from my wall
Don’t you hear the echoes fall

[Chorus]
Crystal clear no turning back
The line is drawn the thread’s gone slack
What’s done is done the page is torn
Don’t come knocking I’ve been reborn

[Verse 2]
Your footsteps echo down the street
But they won’t lead you back to me
The locks are changed the key won’t fit
This story’s over no sequel script

[Prechorus]
No flowers no calls no second chance
You lost your shot no circumstance

[Chorus]
Crystal clear no turning back
The line is drawn the thread’s gone slack
What’s done is done the page is torn
Don’t come knocking I’ve been reborn

[Bridge]
I built a fortress from the ash
Your words were paper they burned too fast
No coming back no time to mourn
This heart of mine is weather-worn

Reborn

twin-guitar harmonies and heavy blues-rock foundations with straightforward hard rock power and groove-driven rhythms with grunge and punk influences

Digital Ghosts

Fadeout

“Dead on Arrival” by Saints No More is a razor-edged modern rock tale of double lives, hidden agendas, and the price of blood. Blending storytelling with heavy riffs and layered vocal harmonies, this track paints the picture of a quiet man in a lab coat who transforms into a mercenary when the shadows call his name.

The verses cut like a confession — white fences and family photos on the surface, but behind closed doors, a serpent’s grin and contracts paid in cash. From Oak Ridge halls to foreign nights, this hitman’s world is fueled by secrets, survival, and betrayal. The pre-chorus sets the tension, and when the chorus drops, it’s undeniable: “Target’s dead on my arrival — big money for the kill, no chance for survival.”

With driving guitars, pounding drums, and octave-layered harmonies, “Dead on Arrival” hits like a cinematic soundtrack for a dark action thriller. It’s equal parts story and anthem, showcasing Saints No More’s ability to fuse hard-hitting rock energy with vivid, dangerous imagery.

This isn’t just another rock song — it’s a journey into the mind of a killer hiding in plain sight. Press play, feel the adrenaline, and step into the shadows

Dead On Arrival

Anarchy

Gaijin’s Revenge

The Great Ritual

We trusted our leaders, believed every claim,
Now they’re just rulers still playing their game.
Justice was promised, but fairness is gone,
Decisions are hollow, the lies linger on.
We’re herded like cattle in political pens,
Fed with distractions—all part of their plans.
No longer citizens, we’re pieces they move,
Pawns for their power, with nothing to prove.

Open your eyes—no one is watching!
Truth’s buried deep under layers of lying.
Systems designed to protect us are fake,
Every day we lose more than they take. (freedom)

Feed us with fiction, keep us subdued,
Shadowy figures control what is viewed.
Dreams are collected by codes in our heads,
Noise for the headline, outrage widespread.
Somewhere inside us, we stopped needing truth,
A comfortable silence for Idiocracy's rules.

Open your eyes—watch the money exchange,
Favors for friends, nothing new, nothing strange.
Guardians cry out, “We’re here to defend!”
But they’re the first ones betraying again.

Open your mind, break away from their phones,
Ask the hard questions—don’t face them alone.
Justice postponed, promises deceased,
Education recycles the lies they released.
We wait in our lines as the spirit decays,
Trust is in pieces, hope barely stays.

Even the watchers keep secrets to hide,
Truth costs too much for the masses outside.
Staring at screens as the future blurs out,
Some hold to faith, others live with doubt.

Open your eyes—in a world sound asleep,
Is this really living, or digging in deep?
If trust is abandoned and silence is loud,
Remember your worth—you’re more than a crowd.
Open your eyes—no one is watching!
Open your eyes—nobody is complaining!
Truth’s lost in shadows, deception is king.
Open your eyes, open your eyes...
Let your own thoughts take wing.

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