Yo, the global pulse flatlined, silence heavy in the air.No more bombs, no more battles, just an echoing despair. [808 Descent, slow, crushing beat enters] They called it peace, the grand design, a flawless, final cure.But every soul's a hollow chime, no future to endure. [Gutteral Whisper, almost a growl] "The quiet, it will consume you." The blood-stained flags are folded neat, no one remembers why.Just vacant stares on every street, beneath a muted sky. [Trap Groove Shifts, becomes more frantic] We traded rage for zero-sum, traded life for numb.This 'universal' calm, it's just a silence overcome.By what? By who? The question claws, a venom in the vein.A paradise without the flaws, a constant, chilling pain. [Blackened Riff kicks in, distorted, slow power chords] Our freedom's gone, our fight erased, by an unseen hand unseen.This sterile void, this peaceful waste, a monstrous, grey machine. [Screamo Burst, over crushing guitars] EYES WIDE SHUT TO THE INVISIBLE CAGE! SILENCE IS THE NEW WAR, TURNING FLESH TO PAGE! [Build-up, drums accelerate, guitar wails] THE SCREAMS ARE INTERNAL, A MAELSTROM IN THE HEAD! THIS CALM IS ETERNAL, LIVING AMONG THE DEAD! [WICKED GUITAR SOLO - Shredding, dissonant, chaotic, then melodic but haunting] Our peace is built on silent screams, on buried, forgotten dread.A tranquil surface, dark as dreams, where all resistance bled. [Spoken Word, low, distorted] "And what if peace... was the weapon all along?" The world's a tomb, so pristine clean, no riot, no dissent.The horror's what's *not* seen, the soul's slow, grim descent. [808 Pulse, heavy, dragging] No conflict left, no cause to fight, just endless, empty breath.Universal peace, a fading light, a slow, meticulous death. [Ambient Drone intensifies, then slowly fades with a final, distant gong] The bleeding dove, it whispers low... "The stillness... is the show."