WAR

Paroles de « WAR »

Intro – spoken, cold studio ambiance

Lights ready.
Cams ready.
3... 2... 1...
“Julien Vargas, live on the scene — boom.”
Pim pam, we locked in.

Verse 1 – autotuned, tense vibe

Studio lit, bim bim
While Earth burnin', brrra!
Flat screens, soft seats,
But in here? Real tears, no peace.

Drone in the sky,
Helmet tight, I’m the eye.
Click click, I film the kill,
They sell it raw, no pride, just thrill.

Soldiers down on knees,
Sweat drippin’, no peace.
I’m just a pawn,
In this sick-ass broadcast gone wrong. skrrr

Chorus – catchy, sarcastic, repeat-heavy

Zone Delta, yeah yeah,
We streamin’ war now, tchac tchac
Fire, blood on tap,
Y’all chillin' back, huh?

Zone Delta, bim bam,
Bombs for the buzz, skrrr
Truth's been shot,
But the views go up!

Verse 2 – slowed tempo, deep tone

“Julien, get low,
But don’t step out the frame, bro!”
They want that drama,
Blood glowin’ in the high beams, comma...

BOOM!
I’m flyin’, hit the ground,
Producers cheerin’,
I’m just tryna not drown.

One dude says:
“Cut it — nothin’ to see here...”
But bro,
That’s the part they love to hear. tcha tcha

Bridge – quiet start, then rise

Look at me real close...
You home chillin’, cozy,
Boxers, pizza, 4K screen,
But here? Clay, blood, and dope fiends.

You want the real?
Come take it.
Step out ya clean lil world,
Put your feet where the fear is sacred.

Chorus – back harder, more intense

Zone Delta, bro!
We sellin’ deaths. skrrr
Blurred-out faces,
Still good for the metrics, yes.

Zone Delta, brrrra,
Red-tinted filters,
They all hit like,
But none of y’all feel us... nah!

Outro – disillusioned spoken word

Julien cut the feed...
No more signal, no lead.
Just the man — face to dust.
No director, no trust.
He walks…
Toward what’s real.
Toward fear.
Skrrr… End of transmission.