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Isn’t it brutal?

rock indie punk electric guitar drums bass | angry energetic majestic
Ericson Da silva
2025-03-0702:31
[Intro]
Hey, yeah, yeah
Yeah, oh-oh-oh, yeah, hey
[Verse]
You gripe about a rough day—your coffee’s gone cold,
Inbox overflowing while your complaints unfold.
But imagine scaling Everest where death breathes in the air,
No oxygen to spare—just raw will and a dare.
[Pre-Chorus]
And isn't it brutal?
Don't you think?
[Chorus]
It's like free-falling from the edge of space,
A warrior’s cry in a hopeless race,
It's the real fight that shatters your view—
And who would've thought? True strength comes through.
[Verse]
You stress over a missed text and plans gone astray,
While others free-climb cliffs with no rope to allay.
They've braved history’s cruelest nights where hope lost its way,
Running marathons on broken wings—legends made each day.
[Pre-Chorus]
And isn't it brutal?
Don't you think?
[Chorus]
It's like free-falling from the edge of space,
A warrior’s cry in a hopeless race,
It's the real fight that shatters your view—
And who would've thought? True strength comes through.
[Bridge]
Life sneaks up like a shadow in the dead of night,
Every scar’s a medal, every tear a burning light.
From writing books with a single blink, to storms of pain untold,
Real legends are forged in fire—bold and uncontrolled.
[Verse]
Imagine being buried deep for days in endless dark,
Or facing childbirth’s primal fight with no modern spark.
Falling past the sound barrier or serving years behind a wall,
Walking frozen trails through Siberian storms—your struggles seem so small.
[Pre-Chorus]
And isn't it brutal?
Don't you think?
[Chorus]
It's like free-falling from the edge of space,
A warrior’s cry in a hopeless race,
It's the real fight that shatters your view—
And who would've thought? True strength comes through.
[Outro]
Hey, yeah, yeah
When you stand against the storm, let your spirit rule the day—
Yeah, oh-oh-oh, yeah, fight on!