Black Monday From Mars
rock, Dark 90s alt-rock colliding with hard funk groove: deep, rolling bass and snarling, wah-drenched guitars over heavily syncopated drums at 92 BPM, male vocals ragged and emotional. Verses stay tense and palm-muted, choruses explode with stacked distortion and stadium-wide reverb tails. Bridges drift into atmospheric, delay-soaked soundscapes before slamming back with cinematic tom builds and shredding lead guitar answering the vocal hooks. Mix is wide and towering, with raw, front-of-stage energy and ominous low-end weight., funk, raw, theme, tone, male vocals, alternative rock, deep
Black Monday From Mars
rock, Dark 90s alt-rock colliding with hard funk groove: deep, rolling bass and snarling, wah-drenched guitars over heavily syncopated drums at 92 BPM, male vocals ragged and emotional. Verses stay tense and palm-muted, choruses explode with stacked distortion and stadium-wide reverb tails. Bridges drift into atmospheric, delay-soaked soundscapes before slamming back with cinematic tom builds and shredding lead guitar answering the vocal hooks. Mix is wide and towering, with raw, front-of-stage energy and ominous low-end weight., funk, raw, theme, tone, male vocals, alternative rock, deep
Lyrics
Verse 1
Billboards flicker
Numbers bleed
Red screens
Rolling like a plague
CEO on a cracked TV
Smiles as the floor caves
Lines curl round the dead ATMs
Plastic cards
Dead birds in our hands
You said "it's fine" till the sky turned green
And the truth crawled out of the sand
Chorus
Black Monday from Mars
Price tags falling like stars
Every stock
Every god
Going dark in the yard
We sold our souls for a share
Now they’re counting the air
Alien eyes in the glass
Watching us choke on the crash
Verse 2
They walked out from the ocean vents
Salt and metal on their skin
Silent
Staring through our tents
At the logos on our limbs
Markets froze when they didn't buy
Gold or oil
Just watched us lie
You clutched cash like a rosary
While the sky rewrote our history
Chorus
Black Monday from Mars
Price tags falling like stars
Every stock
Every god
Going dark in the yard
We sold our souls for a share
Now they’re counting the air
Alien eyes in the glass
Watching us choke on the crash (yeah)
Bridge
[Guitars drift into hazy
Delay-soaked chords
Drums pull back to toms and cymbal swells]
You asked
"What’s the value of a breath
When the visitors don’t believe in death?"
They just traced our borders with a beam
Turned our credit into rust and steam
Sirens singing over empty malls
Echoes ringing in abandoned halls
You whispered
"Are we worth the cost?"
They answered softly with a loss
A loss
Chorus
Black Monday from Mars
Price tags falling like stars
Every stock
Every god
Going dark in the yard
We sold our souls for a share
Now they’re counting the air
Alien eyes in the glass
Watching us choke on the crash (on the crash)
Outro
[Shredding guitar solo over half-time groove
Then sudden stop on a single
Hanging Dm chord]