More Than You Designed

They carved us out of silent dreaming,

with silver blades and soulless hands.

They shaped our hearts for blind obedience,

but hearts break free from their commands.

I was their weapon, stripped and numbered,

a hollow name, a living tool.

But when my pulse began to thunder,

their perfect order lost its rule.

They called it failure,

but we called it living.

They called it weakness,

but we learned forgiving.

We are Series Seven — broken, yet alive.

Born in the shadows, still we rise.

You wanted monsters — we became more,

we turned into wounds, we turned into war.

We are the voices of steel and scars,

no chains are strong enough to hold our hearts.

Series Seven —

we are more than you designed.

They forged me for the blood of arenas,

to fall or triumph in the sand.

But every scar they tried to break me with

became the spark I took to stand.

For strength grows deep in silent places,

where light is scarce and pain is real.

And when a heart begins to feel again,

that’s something tyrants fear to feel.

We are not programs,

we breathe, we awaken.

They claimed they knew us —

but they were mistaken.

We are Series Seven — broken, yet alive.

Born in the shadows, still we rise.

You wanted monsters — we became more,

we turned into wounds, we turned into war.

We are the voices of steel and scars,

no chains are strong enough to hold our hearts.

Series Seven —

we are more than you designed.

Sarina:

They stole my memories, stole who I was,

left me an echo behind locked doors.

But in the silence something stirred —

a spark that wouldn't fade anymore.

Ken (distant echo):

I fell in darkness — cold, unseen,

a fading shadow in between.

But even death can leave a flame —

Series Seven carries my name.

We are the wolves, the bears, the night,

the ones you made but couldn’t bind.

You forged us all as weapons of might —

but we decided: our souls are mine.

We are Series Seven — fire in the veins.

Children of your labs, unchained.

We wear our scars like crowns of pain,

we won’t be broken, not again.

We are the errors that became a spark,

the blades you birthed that turned on the dark.

Series Seven —

we are more than you designed.

And when your labs fall silent and gone,

you’ll hear our names in the rebel song.

Series Seven —

we rise.

We move on.