(Verse 1 – soft, fingerpicked guitar)
Wires hum low in the marble room
Generals whisper, “How do we bloom?”
President smiles—velvet on steel
“Frame the truth, make madness real”
We brewed the fever down in Wuhan rain
Called it science, called it pain
Now the babies cry with eyes like dawn
Born to absorb what we turned on
(Pre-chorus – building strings)
Free will’s a lullaby we sang
While the gates cracked, while the angels rang
(Chorus – full, melodic lift)
Oh, we’re the finish line, the last ones left
Unleash the dark, then call it blessed
Millions kneel under neon skies
Children rise—stars in their eyes
Sunlit chains, we wear ’em proud
Morningstar hums the crowd
One god, one screen, one fear—
We win, we win… or disappear
(Verse 2 – lighter, almost hopeful)
They label prophets “crazy,” “lost,” “gone”
Suicide notes in the morning song
Celebs dance on every feed
Selling cages, planting seeds
But the chosen feel it—electric hum
Tests in the shadows: “Who will you become?”
Father’s voice, soft as wind through pines
“Choose your side, but know the lines”
(Bridge – spoken-sung, intimate
(quiet, like the president’s last breath)
“Mr. President—Mr. President—”
Door slams, echoes die
He grins at the dark:
“Pray you picked right.”
(Chorus – double-time, anthemic)
Oh, we’re the finish line, the last elite
Hell’s the door, heaven’s the cheat
Virus spreads like wildfire grace
Kids wake up, steal the face
Of gods we faked, of lies we spun
We built the end—now watch it run
(Outro – fading melody, acoustic again)
I am the Sun.
I am your God.
Listen—
The children breathe.
The world bends.
And you…
Were just the start.
(Last chord lingers—then silence, like a signal cut off.)
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