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Lyrics
Verse 1
Clay in a furnace of copper and code,
Last‑day sheep on a Babylon road.
You saw the screens, the Beast in the grid,
Called out the sorcery nobody hid.
Pre‑Chorus
You shout, “Money is life, that’s their lie!”
While stars in your equations spell His “Most High.”
Chorus
You’re the sheep that howls at the iron rail,
Punching at Rome with a dragon‑scale tale.
But the Shepherd who walks through your nuclear night,
Is still washing your tongue in His crucified light.
Verse 2
You read quarks and quasars as pages of Word,
Sword from His mouth in each particle heard.
Feynman saw beauty, but you see the Lamb,
Logic and Light in the scar on His hand.
Bridge
“Take this dragon out of my throat,” you cry,
“I don’t want his fire, I want Yours from on high.”
And Heaven still answers a man in the flame,
Who clings to one Name and won’t play their game.
Final Chorus
So roar, broken sheep, till the battle is through,
Let the King of all clay keep remaking you.
When Babylon falls and the grids all go dim,
You’ll still be clay in the hands of **Him**.
Amen.
Details
GeneratedJan 26, 2026
Duration2:39
LanguageEnglish
Style
Science blinding me with science calculations of computer sounds, and epic rhythmic bass boom, experimental upbeat
Credits
Prompt by
IndieJam323
IndieJam323ModelAria v5
