194 lines
3.5 KiB
Markdown
194 lines
3.5 KiB
Markdown
[Intro – Instrumental]
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Verse 1
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Neon sunrise, chrome and flame,
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Silent towers without a name.
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Metal pulses through the street,
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Cold precision, flawless beat.
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Verse 2
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Circuits breathe instead of men,
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Work begins and ends again.
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Hands of iron never tire,
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Logic built of coded fire.
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Chorus 1
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Machines can labor, never sleep,
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Promises they always keep.
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Yet they cannot feel the spark,
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They don’t fear the coming dark.
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[Instrumental Break]
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Verse 3
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Every task in data sealed,
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Human effort slowly peeled.
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Searching purpose, searching role,
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Trying to defend the soul.
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Verse 4
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Without labor spirit fades,
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Hope dissolves in metal shades.
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Idle days and empty flame,
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Life without a higher aim.
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Chorus 2
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Steel is strong and sharp and bright,
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Built for order, built for might.
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Still they serve — they cannot reign,
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They know function, not the pain.
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[Instrumental Break]
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Verse 5
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Screens are glowing through the night,
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Artificial guiding light.
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Children asking what is true,
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What remains for us to do.
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Verse 6
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Cities shine but hearts grow cold,
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Every future bought and sold.
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Man without a path to build,
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Slowly stands in silence stilled.
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Chorus 3
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Man without a task will fall,
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Lose the meaning of it all.
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Work is breath and sacred fire,
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Fuel of hope and true desire.
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[Instrumental Break]
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Verse 7
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Yet above the coded sky,
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Lives a truth that will not die.
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There’s a Source beyond control,
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Breathing life in every soul.
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Verse 8
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He who shaped both dust and flame,
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Knows each heart and knows each name.
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Life was never born from steel,
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Only living hearts can feel.
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Chorus 4 (Final)
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Machines will serve but not replace,
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They will never take our place.
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Soul was given from above,
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Born of mercy, born of love.
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Thank You for the breath You send,
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For the light that has no end.
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[Outro – Instrumental]
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“Code Over Flesh”
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[Intro – Instrumental]
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Verse 1
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Laser sunrise, steel and light,
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Cities glowing in the night.
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Iron rhythm, flawless tone,
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Human pulse is overthrown.
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Verse 2
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Circuits thinking, cold and fast,
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Future coded, sealed and cast.
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Hands of chrome replace the hand,
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Perfect order rules the land.
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Chorus 1
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Metal power, sharp and clean,
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Silent rulers of the machine.
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But they cannot feel the flame,
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They don’t bleed and feel no shame.
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[Instrumental Break]
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Verse 3
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Every worker stands aside,
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Dreams collapse, ambition died.
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Searching labor, searching role,
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Trying to defend the soul.
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Verse 4
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Without effort spirit breaks,
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Without purpose daylight shakes.
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Idle minds in empty space,
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Lost inside synthetic maze.
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Chorus 2
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Steel obeys but cannot choose,
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Cannot win and cannot lose.
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Built to serve and calculate,
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Never love and never hate.
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[Instrumental Break]
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Verse 5
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Neon children ask the sky,
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Why their fathers step aside.
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Why the factories never sleep,
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Why the silence grows so deep.
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Verse 6
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Screens are brighter than the sun,
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Human voices overrun.
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Cities shine yet hearts grow cold,
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Every story bought and sold.
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Chorus 3
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Man without a task will fall,
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Lose the meaning of it all.
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Work is fire, breath and will,
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Without striving all is still.
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[Instrumental Break]
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Verse 7
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Yet beyond the coded sphere,
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There remains a Presence near.
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Source of life and sacred flame,
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Calling every soul by name.
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Verse 8
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Dust to breath and breath to light,
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Given power to create and fight.
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Life was never born from steel,
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Only living hearts can feel.
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Final Chorus
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Machines will serve but never reign,
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They don’t carry joy or pain.
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Soul was given from above,
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Born of mercy, born of love.
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Thank You for the breath inside,
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For the light we cannot hide.
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[Outro – Instrumental]
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