DEATH TO BOMBS

Death to bombs… No nation earns the right to rain hell from the sky… The people never chose this. The people never wanted this. ⸻ [Verse 1] I ain’t pledging to no flag that’s stitched in steel and smoke, These leaders lie with bloody hands, playin’ God with dirty notes. Drone strike logic, they bomb hope into ash, Then tell the children “freedom” while the missiles burn ‘em fast. They don’t build, they break, they don’t love, they take, While we harvest crumbs from the war machine’s plate. They bomb for profit, burn for control, Script the script in blood, then auction every soul. ⸻ [Hook – Chant Flow] DEATH TO BOMBS, no more thrones of fire, We light the truth, no fuel for empire. DEATH TO BOMBS, this is soul-repair, Every child deserves breath, not warfare. DEATH TO BOMBS, let the silence speak, We choose the field, not the battle-speak. DEATH TO BOMBS, no nation above life, The real war ends when we drop the knife. ⸻ [Verse 2 – Fast Flow, Righteous Fury] They justify with scriptures, twist truth with flags, But every “holy” strike just leaves another body bag. You can’t bomb peace into a people’s prayer, You can’t sell love while dropping bombs from the air. Sanctions kill slow, missiles kill fast, Either way, it’s death built to last. No side’s righteous when the bombs fall free, No badge, no book can justify what we see. So I won’t clap for a president or a king, If they sign war deals like wedding rings. Raise your flags if they stand for the free — But burn them if they blind you from who you could be. ⸻ [Bridge – Atmospheric Voice Overlay] Truth walks in ashes where bombs once spoke… Now the children ask why the sky broke. The answer is: the war was never ours. We only inherited the scars. ⸻ [Hook – Chant Repeats with Layered Voices] DEATH TO BOMBS, this our only vow, No nation gets worship while blood’s on the plow. DEATH TO BOMBS, never again, We write new codes with peace as our pen. DEATH TO BOMBS, we sever the chain, No more funding death in another’s name. DEATH TO BOMBS, we rise unarmed, But armed with truth that disarms the harm. ⸻ [Outro – Echoed Words, Fading In Drum Pulse] You are not born to kill… You are born to feel. You are not a weapon… You are the field. Inner I Inner Flame 🔥