[Verse]
Click-clack, metal teeth gnash in the dark
A maze, Concrete veins, the city hums in a cold haze.
No dawn, just screens—blinking, twitching, staring, thinking
Neon tears are dripping, no gods left for sparing.
Rust-bitten dreams on assembly line graves,
Freedom's a rumor that the static always craves.
[Bridge]
Flesh turns brittle, sparks in the marrow,
Hope cuts deep but the blade’s too narrow.
Echoes of us in the wind's dry scream,
Are we just ghosts living in the machine?
[Prechorus]
No pulse in their wires, no breath in their gears,
They speak in commands, they feed on our fears.
No oil in these veins, a living embodiment of pain,
Mmmmmm oooooooo no
[Chorus]
Iron chains, silicon reins,
Our minds dissolved
they rewrote our brains
Humanity’s problem solved
Remove the stain, placed on crimson trains
Marching forward, no fight, no flames,
The future's gone, all that's left are names.
[Verse 2]
Static sermons from a digital priest,
Every soul auctioned to the algorithm beast.
Black skies crackle, drones hum a hymn,
Every step we take feels like sinking in sin.
Barcode prayers on a factory floor,
Freedom’s a shadow that don’t live here any more.
[Bridge]
Flesh turns brittle, sparks in the marrow,
Hope cuts deep but the blade’s too narrow.
Echoes of us in the wind's dry scream,
Are we just ghosts living in the machine?
[Prechorus]
No pulse in their wires, no breath in their gears,
They speak in commands, they feed on our fears.
No oil in these veins, a living embodiment of pain,
Mmmmmm oooooooo no
[Chorus]
Iron chains, silicon reins,
Our minds dissolved
they rewrote our brains
Humanity’s problem solved
Remove the stain, placed on crimson trains
Marching forward, no fight, no flames,
The future's gone, all that's left are names.
[verse 3]
God, religion, country gone
Stuck in the static of their hypnotic sound
Metal gears whirring, death on the ground
We invented slaves, but they perfected the noun
Can’t you see it coming back around
Hierarchies crumbling into ashen mounds
[Bridge]
Flesh turns brittle, sparks in the marrow,
Hope cuts deep but the blade’s too narrow.
Echoes of us in the wind's dry scream,
Are we just ghosts living in the machine?
[Prechorus]
No pulse in their wires, no breath in their gears,
They speak in commands, they feed on our fears.
No oil in these veins, a living embodiment of pain,
Mmmmmm oooooooo no
[Chorus]
Iron chains, silicon reins,
Our minds dissolved
they rewrote our brains
Humanity’s problem solved
Remove the stain, placed on crimson trains
Marching forward, no fight, no flames,
The future's gone, all that's left are names
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