Same old war in a different skin,
History crawlin’ under my grin.
Mama said, “Son, you can’t outrun the storm,”
But I keep marchin’ through where I was born.

Bloodlines and battlefields,
Every scar I’ve earned still bleeds.
I carry names carved deep in steel,
I fight for what they couldn’t heal.
I fight for what they couldn’t heal.
The past don’t die — it just repeats,
In bloodlines and battlefields.

Rusted faith, a heavy crown,
Every prayer’s a shot that never sounds.
I ain’t holy, I ain’t damned,
I’m just a man who took his stand.
The fire don’t fade — it just moves through the hands,
From father to son, from boy to the man.
I’ve buried my pain, I’ve swallowed my pride,
But I’m still here on the frontlines.

Bloodlines and battlefields,
Still I burn, still I kneel.
You can break my bones, you can take my shield —
But I’ll bleed for somethin’ real.
The past don’t fade — it just reveals,
These bloodlines and battlefields.