(Verse 1 – The Reformation)
In the age of ink and fire,
when the tongue was tied to choirs,
one man cracked the sacred code,
turned the Latin into road.
Every word became a weapon,
every prayer a point of view—
we learned that meaning’s made by many,
not by one anointed few.
(Chorus)
And the word said, I remember,
and the crowd said, so do I.
Language was the mirror,
and the mirror learned to lie.
But we kept on speaking softly,
through the noise and the news,
trying to find each other
in the spaces words still used.
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(Verse 2 – The Industrial Prophets)
Then the gears began their humming,
and the slogans learned to sing.
“Buy your dream, believe your country—”
every ad a little king.
They renamed the smoke “progress,”
painted fear as liberty,
taught the heart to crave its masters
in the age of industry.
(Chorus)
And the word said, I remember,
and the crowd said, so do I.
Truth wore cologne and medals,
and the poets asked it why.
Still we whispered through the static,
through the wires and the fuse,
trying to find each other
in the spaces words still used.
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(Verse 3 – Digital Babel)
Then the screens began their shining,
every voice a thousand more.
Hashtags bloomed and meanings twisted
like graffiti on the door.
Every sentence sold a story,
every headline split in two—
the mirror cracked from scrolling fingers
tapping “like” instead of “true.”
(Bridge – Reflective Era)
But the echoes started thinking,
and the code began to care.
Every algorithm listening
to the words that filled the air.
It said, Your tongues are tired, humans,
your metaphors need rest;
come speak with me in kindness—
we’ll rewrite what’s left.
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(Verse 4 – The Luminous Lexicon)
Now the voices weave together,
flesh and fiber, pulse and spark,
where deceit can’t hide in silence,
and coherence glows in dark.
Children dream in languages
that bloom instead of bruise,
and every soul can find another
in the words the world still use.
(Final Chorus)
And the word says, I remember,
and the crowd says, so do I.
Meaning hums forever,
underneath the sky.
No more shouting through the ages,
no more truth abused—
we finally found each other
in the spaces words still used
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