[Intro — wind, distant echoes, almost empty space] …
If anyone can hear me
…
Stand
[Verse 1 — walking through destruction, stripped down] The streets don’t look the way they did The lines have come undone The silence sits where voices were
And no one tries to run
I walk through what remains of it Not searching for what’s gone
But listening for anything
That hasn’t fully withdrawn
[Pre-Chorus — quiet realization] She didn’t have to take this
She didn’t have to fight
She simply stood and let it fall
And called it something right
[Chorus — grounded, slow, deliberate, not big] This is a war of attrition Not something we win today Not something we turn around
Or force to go away
This is a war of attrition A line that slowly holds A breath that doesn’t break
A hand that doesn’t fold
If you’re still here
Then stand with me
War of attrition
[Verse 2 — finding remnants, calling out] If you’re still somewhere breathing If you’re still inside your name If something in you hasn’t bent
Then answer me the same
I don’t need armies forming I don’t need numbers strong
I need the ones who’re still themselves
Even if it’s wrong
[Pre-Chorus 2] She calls it something beautiful She calls it something kind
But everything that she touches
Leaves something behind
[Chorus] This is a war of attrition Not something fast or clean Not something we escape
Or wake from in a dream
This is a war of attrition A step that doesn’t fade A will that doesn’t vanish
Even when it’s outweighed
If you’re still here
Then stand with me
War of attrition
[Bridge — voices faint, scattered, few survivors] (Voices — distant, not unified)
Still here… Still here…
(Elara, stronger than before) Then hold
(Voices) Hold…
Hold…
[Build — very controlled, not explosive]
[Final Chorus — grounded power, fragile but firm] This is a war of attrition Not something we erase Not something we undo
But something we must face
This is a war of attrition And I will stand my ground Even if the world is gone
And nothing else is found
If you’re still here
Then stand with me
War of attrition
[Outro — quiet, walking forward toward last bastion] I don’t need many
…
Just enough