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“Die to War” is a requiem for humanity’s contradictions — beauty versus brutality, faith versus greed. A sonic apocalypse where love and violence share the same pulse. When the city burns, the heart still beats — but only to explode.

[Intro]
Born to love, born to hold
We cradle hearts but sell our souls
Forged for touch, we learn to fold
Build our graves where flowers grow

Cities shine, we trade for chrome
We trade a home for plastic thrones
Feed machines with children's bones
Sing lullabies while thunder roars

(Spit) We write our names in ashes, sign the sky with credit lines.
We seed the ground with iron, sell salvation on the dot-com shrine.
Born for love — we turn to noise; kissing lips then firing toys.
Ticking hearts, ticking time — watch the empire self-implode.

[Pre-Chorus]
We were soft as summer rain, (A)
Now we hammer iron in the vein. (A)
Love turned currency and pain, (B)
We burn the bridges we would name. 

[Chorus]
Born to love — we built the war,
Hands that heal now break the door.
Born to hold — we let it burn,
Ashes fall, and lessons learn.

(Born to love) We light the flame,
(Die to war) We call your name.
Born to love — we made the war,
(Feel it) Hear the city roar.

[Verse 2]
Soldiers march on neon streets, (A)
Crowds applaud the cymbal beats. (A)
Promise peace, then market cheats, (B)
Sell the world for golden treats. (B)

Mothers shout and fathers fall, (A)
Glass and sirens, empty malls. (A)
We worship screens and neon halls, (B)
And rust the angels off the walls. (B)

[Bridge I]
FEED THE HUNGER! (SCREAM)
(SCREAM: FEED THE HUNGER!)
POUND THE HEARTS! (GROWL)
(GROWL: BREAK THE EARTH!)
WE SPIT THE TRUTH IN RADIOSTATIC,
(ROAR: THE CODE IS PLAGUE)
LOVE DIES IN THE CIRCUITATIC.
(CRY: WE BUILT THIS CAGE)
NO REDEMPTION, ONLY RITUAL,
(ROAR: BLOODLESS, DIGITAL)
WE ARE THE VIRUS, WE ARE THE RITUAL.

[Chorus]
Born to love — we built the war,
Hands that heal now break the door.
Born to hold — we let it burn,
Ashes fall, and lessons learn.

[Breakdown]
Drop into the pit, let the chorus bite,
Screams in stereo, neon black the night.
Crush the bones of comfort, stomp the truth in chrome,
We dance upon the ruins of the home.

[Bridge II]
RISE, MACHINE! (SCREAM)
(SCREAM: TAKE THEIR SOULS!)
CATCH, THE CHILD! (GROWL)
(GROWL: EMPTY HALLS!)
BORN FOR LOVE? — THE LINES ARE BURNED.
(STANCE: WE ARE STORM)
WE PRAY IN ADS, WE PRAY IN FERM.
(ROAR: WE ARE WARM)
NO MERCY GIVEN, ONLY FEEDS,
(ROAR: FAST, FAST, FASTER)
CONSUME THE STILLS, IGNITE THE SEEDS.

[Breakdown II]
(GROWL MACHINE)
SMASH THE HEAVEN, CRUSH THE LIGHT,
TEAR THE NIGHT, MAKE IT BLIND.
(Drop) — heavy chug, polyrythm, bass slam
WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE SIREN’S CALL —
WE RISE ON ASHES — LET EVERYTHING FALL!

[Bridge III]
SHOUT THE LIES! (SCREAM)
(BELLOWS: BREAK IT DOWN!)
BURN THE FAÇADE! (GROWL)
(GROWL: RAISE THE GROUND!)
OUR HANDS ARE DIRTY, OUR HEARTS ARE STEEL,
(ROAR: NO MORE FEEL)
WE FORGE THE FUTURE FROM THE TEETH WE STEAL.
(SCREAM: RISE!)
NO LOVE WILL SAVE US, NO PEACE WILL HOLD,
(GROWL: WATCH IT UNFOLD)
WE WANT THE FIRE — WE WANT IT COLD.

[Final Chorus]
Born to love — we built the war,
Hands that heal now break the door.
Born to hold — we let it burn,
Ashes fall, and lessons learn.

(Born to love) We set the fuse,
(Die to war) The city fused.
(Born to love) We made the war,
(Explode) — NOW HEAR THE EXPLOSION.

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