MY HOMETOWN IS THE NEXT TARGET | Post-Apocalyptic Guitar Song

This Post Apocalyptic Vocal Song is a devastating confession from the pilot who just dropped the bomb on everything they once loved. It’s a terrifying narrative about the line between "patriot" and "monster," and the instant, horrifying creation of the Wasteland.

The lyrics cut deep, revealing the internal agony of watching the "first fire bloom" and seeing your own street listed as the next target on the navigation screen. This track is for those who appreciate raw vocal guitar music that explores the cost of war, the burden of guilt, and the moment a soul is extinguished. If you are looking for Dystopian Vocal Songs, Sad Cinematic Guitar, or a soundtrack to themes of irrevocable loss, this is your anthem. Let the haunting, gritty acoustics accompany your deepest reflections on what has been done and what remains.

Lyrics:

My hands are steady on the yoke, the HUD is burning green
A perfect, silent, clinical and terrible machine
The order came in crystal clear, a voice I've known for years
It erased a million doubts, and it confirmed a million fears
I pulled the lever, felt the drop, the weapon fell away
And turned a living city into an artificial day

And I saw the first fire bloom, a sun we made ourselves
I saw the churches and the schools and all the hotel shelves
Vanish in a rising hell, a light that scours clean
And on my navigation screen, the next one on the line...
Is my hometown, my street, my door, the place I learned to breathe...
The next target in this war, a truth I can't believe.

I think of Mary in her garden, planting tulips in the soil
I think of Jimmy's graduation, all his hard and hopeful toil
They're listening to the sirens now, or maybe it's too late
Because of me, their neighbor, who has sealed and signed their fate
I'm the angel of their ending, in this cold and metal womb
Delivering the darkness, and the everlasting gloom

They told us we were patriots, that this was for the best
That we were saving millions, putting freedom to the test
But there's no freedom in this fire, there's no glory in this role
Just a man becoming monster, losing his own soul
"Mission accomplished," someone says, a ghost inside my ear
As I fly on toward the place I once called home, through fear.

And I saw the first fire bloom, a sun we made ourselves
I saw the churches and the schools and all the hotel shelves
Vanish in a rising hell, a light that scours clean
And on my navigation screen, the next one on the line...
Is my hometown, my street, my door, the place I learned to breathe...
The next target in this war, a truth I can't believe.

The course is set.
The code is pressed.
There is no west.
There is no rest.
Just the second sun.
And what I have done.

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