Kerry Eurodyne - Second Conflict (Zero Tool) - Modern Trenches (Cyberpunk 2077)
Wake up, dreamers. The war’s already online.
No boots. No bombs. Just blue light and broken sleep.
You scroll. You sigh. You move on.
But the smoke doesn’t clear.
It syncs to your feed.
Welcome to the modern trenches.
Where silence is deadly.
And numbness is the new obedience.
Every post is a battlefield.
Every share, a bullet.
Every heart… just another body left unseen.
You bleed through screens.
You scream in hashtags.
They call it progress — but it’s just profit in disguise.
And still…
you rise.
You burn.
You refuse to die quietly.
Kerry Eurodyne — Modern Trenches.
For those still fighting under the weight of invisible wars.
For the quiet rebels and digital martyrs.
Turn it up. Let them hear the fire behind your silence.
[Verse 1]
Wake up to static and flashing screens,
We're sold a dream through broken machines.
Every click, a loaded gun —
We fight our wars, but never run.
[Pre-Chorus]
Another feed, another lie,
They sell us peace while children die.
I see the truth behind their fences —
We bleed in silence, modern trenches.
[Chorus]
Modern trenches, neon graves,
Fighting shadows, dying brave.
Scroll and numb, while cities burn,
Will we rise or never learn?
Modern trenches, in disguise —
We wear our pain behind our eyes.
[Verse 2]
Marching through comments and bloodstained tags,
Hearts stitched shut with digital flags.
No helmets, just a broken phone,
In this war, we die alone.
[Pre-Chorus]
Freedom’s price is sold in shares,
They call it progress — no one cares.
Behind each post, a world collapses —
We drown in code, these modern trenches.
[Chorus]
Modern trenches, neon graves,
Fighting shadows, dying brave.
Scroll and numb, while cities burn,
Will we rise or never learn?
Modern trenches, silent cries —
Hope still flickers in our skies.
[Bridge]
Stand up, raise your voice, don’t wait —
This silence feeds the hands of fate.
We are not their quiet prey —
Light the dark, ignite the day!
[Pre-Chorus]
Freedom’s price is sold in shares,
They call it progress — no one cares.
Behind each post, a world collapses —
We drown in code, these modern trenches.
[Chorus]
Modern trenches, neon graves,
Fighting shadows, dying brave.
Scroll and numb, while cities burn,
Will we rise or never learn?
Modern trenches, silent cries —
Hope still flickers in our skies.
[Final Chorus]
Modern trenches, steel and smoke,
Every silence, every choke.
But we are more than blood and code —
We are fire. We explode.
Modern trenches, no goodbyes —
We fight, we burn, we never die.