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?

Black Friday Blues

“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

Deception - Concealing Fate, Pt. 2

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