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42e99472f21676aaa194f82ef94cde6bc6b2ee35c8c43f883f68d3b49f935b9asafePrompt:
Bombs are falling. Not past tense. Not metaphor. They’re falling. Now. On markets. Apartments. Tracer lines stutter across clouds. One misses. One doesn’t. The building exhales. Then folds. Then nothing. Acoustic prog-djent hybrid. Rapid-fire, palm-muted riffs mimic artillery cadence. Harsh dynamic shifts — tension-building fingerpicking snapped into staccato rhythmic hits. Unorthodox time phrasing and aggressive chord strikes give the track an unstable, collapsing structure. No flourish, just precision. Just pressure. Every silence feels like a detonation. The song’s pulse is relentless, echoing the mechanical precision of war machinery. Complex, interlocking guitar patterns create a claustrophobic soundscape, where tension tightens like a noose. Percussive techniques simulate explosions and shrapnel bursts, blending seamlessly with intricate fingerstyle runs that weave urgency and dread. The vocals deliver detached observation with razor-sharp phrasing
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The image captures a city street during a bombing, with buildings and cars being destroyed by the falling bombs. The scene is chaotic and filled with destruction, as the buildings exhale and fold under the impact of the explosions. The cityscape is painted in a vibrant, artistic style, with the buildings and cars being depicted in a way that highlights the devastation caused by the bombs. The colors are bold and contrasting, creating a sense of urgency and danger. The overall atmosphere of the image is one of fear and destruction, as the city is torn apart by the relentless bombing.
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Title: Precision CollapseTags: Acoustic, Progressive Rock, Djent, Fingerstyle Guitar, Aggressive, Chaotic, Distorted, Percussion[Verse 1] Bombs are falling — not a whisper, not a myth They scream through sky like metal breath Tracer lines stitch the dusk in code One blinks — miss. One lands — load. [Pre-Chorus] Each second’s a trigger, each pause a trap We move in patterns we didn’t map [Chorus] Collapse in rhythm, collapse with sound The silence detonates underground Inhale the pressure, exhale the scream We live inside a war machine [Verse 2] Apartments blink out mid-dream Markets splinter into steam Chords hit like shrapnel from a low-slung riff Palm-mutes pound in stuttering shifts [Break] [Fingerstyle Guitar Interlude] [Pre-Chorus] Every breath — countdown Every footstep — lockdown [Chorus] Collapse in rhythm, collapse with sound The silence detonates underground Inhale the pressure, exhale the scream We live inside a war machine [Bridge] Unorthodox meters, fractured time Structures fold with no warning sign Precision — not beauty, not grace Just control. Just pace. [Chorus] Collapse in rhythm, collapse with sound The silence detonates underground Inhale the pressure, exhale the scream We live inside a war machine [Outro] No echo, no flourish, no light Only structure giving way to night [End]