[Verse 1] They sold a Terminator in an octagon cage Six feet of chrome and a highlight-reel rage I swung at a future, it kicked me through space Then somebody whispered: "Relax — there's a face" [Pre-Chorus] Not the metal, not the code, not the balance AI Just a pilot in a headset learning how to lie [Chorus] These are someone else's hands Wearing someone else's plan Punching through a borrowed shell While the crowd screams "machine" like they can't tell Someone else's hands Taking credit for the dance I got hit by a future But a human threw the chance [Verse 2] VR gloves throwing steel with a smile AI only kept it upright for a while History made in a forty-four clip Man vs man in a titanium slip [Bridge] Call it progress, call it sport, call it content gold I'm still counting bruises that a ghost controlled [Chorus] These are someone else's hands Wearing someone else's plan Punching through a borrowed shell While the crowd screams "machine" like they can't tell Someone else's hands Taking credit for the dance I got hit by a future But a human threw the chance [Outro] Don't clap for the robot Clap for the ghost Someone else's hands Close the show
