IoE

(The coding- we're coded to-)

(Is opening- the veil of truth-)

Verse 1

In the quiet of the workshop where the shadows learn to speak,

We carve our fears in metal, give the fragile world a tweak.

Hands that once built gardens now twist wires into storms,

Turning sparks into a warning of the chaos we perform.

Chorus (quick pace)

Instruments of evil — beating like a war drum,

Tick‑tick, boom‑boom — look at what we’ve become.

Fire in our fingers, thunder in our breath,

Playing with the power that can orchestrate our death.

Verse 2

Blueprints on the table like a prophecy we wrote,

Equations hum like serpents coiled tight around our throat.

We chase the taste of power, call it progress, call it pride,

But every switch we flip becomes a truth we cannot hide.

Chorus

Instruments of evil — beating like a war drum,

Tick‑tick, boom‑boom — look at what we’ve become.

Fire in our fingers, thunder in our breath,

Playing with the power that can orchestrate our death.

Bridge 1

We tune the world to frequencies that shake the sky apart,

Pretending we’re composers while we’re breaking our own heart.

Chorus

Instruments of evil — beating like a war drum,

Tick‑tick, boom‑boom — look at what we’ve become.

Fire in our fingers, thunder in our breath,

Playing with the power that can orchestrate our death.

Verse 3

Cities glow like embers from the choices that we make,

A symphony of warnings in the smoke trails that we wake.

Still we strike the matches, still we call it “just in case,”

Conductors of destruction in a self‑inflicted race.

Chorus

Instruments of evil — beating like a war drum,

Tick‑tick, boom‑boom — look at what we’ve become.

Fire in our fingers, thunder in our breath,

Playing with the power that can orchestrate our death.

Bridge 2

Maybe one day we’ll remember how to play a gentler tune,

Before the final note arrives too late, too loud, too soon.

Chorus (final)

Instruments of evil — beating like a war drum,

Tick‑tick, boom‑boom — look at what we’ve become.

Fire in our fingers, thunder in our breath,

Playing with the power that can orchestrate our death.