Scars Beneath the Fallout

The sky is gone, the sun is dead,
We breathe the dust, we drink the dread.
Bones lie stacked in silent rows,
The fallout sings where nothing grows.

Eyes like glass, skin like flame,
We wear the scars, forget our names.
The wind is poison, the rain is steel,
We crawl through death we cannot feel.

Scars beneath the fallout —
We are the cursed, the ones left out.
Scars beneath the fallout —
No gods remain, no holy route.

The cities moan beneath the ground,
Their echoes lost, no living sound.
The children speak in shattered tongues,
Their lullabies are loaded guns.

We dig through ash for rusted bread,
We trade our blood for scraps of lead.
The sky still burns in shades of grey,
We live to rot another day.

Scars beneath the fallout —
We are the cursed, the ones left out.
Scars beneath the fallout —
No gods remain, no holy route.

We dream of fire, not of light,
We sleep in fear, we wake in blight.
The stars are blind, the moon is cracked,
The world is gone, it won’t come back.

We carve our names in rusted stone,
We scream to prove we’re not alone.
But silence answers every cry,
And even shadows learn to die.

Scars beneath the fallout —
We are the cursed, the ones left out.
Scars beneath the fallout —
No gods remain, no holy route.

The final breath, the final sound,
Is not a roar — it’s underground.
A whisper lost in toxic air,
A song of death, beyond repair.

Scars beneath the fallout —
We are the cursed, the ones left out.
Scars beneath the fallout —
No gods remain, no holy route.