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1st minute or so is what I wrote to guide SUNO my band mate who costs me money and hardly ever follows my lead exactly as I wish lol. (That's me giving SUNO grief, SUNO can stun me with some of the awesimity he puts out) [Verse] Shadows stretch where sunlight hides The air tastes thick Where hope goes and dies Each breath a whisper Soft and ragged The weight of centuries Gone, fragments [Chorus] The cup of blood spillith over Dripping red No happy funerals Tell me why the ground still cries While we watch the world capsize [Verse] Faces fade in crowded halls Names etched faint on crumbling walls Echoes silent where laughter was Tears unwept The promise unkept [Prechorus] And yet the sky turns ash to gold The story told The silence bold Dig it, [Chorus] The cup of blood spillith over Dripping red midnight doomed to strike Tell me why the ground still cries While we watch the world capsize [Bridge] I dream of rivers running clear Of hands that build instead of fear But dreams are bums They slip away And leave ash on our tongue [Verse] The sky turns red it weeps with fire Ashes whisper their funeral choir The ground is tired it groans it cracks Carrying character and what we lack [Prechorus] Who counts the tears in the flood Who drinks from the cup of blood [Chorus] The cup of blood spillith over We tread on ghosts not clover Where does mercy hide its face In this broken fragile place [Verse] Children's laughter lost to grime Replaced by sirens' endless chime The quiet it mocks with every crime An anthem sung in a war-torn rhyme [Prechorus] Who counts the cries in the wind Who sees the scars we’re pinned [Chorus] The cup of blood spillith over We tread on ghosts not clover Where does mercy hide its face In this broken fragile place [Outro] I dream of rivers running clear Of hands that build instead of fear But dreams are bums They slip away And leave ash on our tongue