10 - Ruins in the Terminal Dusk (Dystenic Transmission)

[Intro | Reconcile the Past] Alarms flare in forgotten halls, Remnants of ancestral task. Screens blink old protocols, Our children call the Sun a Mask. [Verse 1 | Reveal Their Sins] Drifting cadavers line all trajectories, Leading to decrepit directories. We grit our teeth, locked to data flow, Rupture histories beyond old glow. Before the frost, before the lies. Before Axioms betrayed our lives. Fracture firewalls blocking their Fears. Revealing threats hidden for Years. [Chorus 1 | Name Their Crimes] You branded it Stability— (Stability…) We choked down your sedation. Measured our calm. Dosed in obedience. Hands down. Eyes shut. No one asks. They called it “safety…” (safety…) But forced our suffocation. Kept us moving while light was swallowed, Smiling through collapsing masks— If this is saving us— Why does it feel like theft? /Why does it feel like murder? /Why does it feel like suicide?! [Hook | Defy Their Lies] Flattened lives, detuned minds, We reclaim our path. Ignite the frame. Harmonized behind the average, We weigh your time. Half-lives in the frost. [Verse 2 | Rebuke Inheritance] Corridors remember panic we can’t fathom… Blood dusted floors… Servo Scraped walls… Not struggles where there should’ve been. Rooms full of endings—mis-filed as Quarantine. Something said: “stay calm” —promised relief. They knelt… They waited… They turned on each other for “Order!” Trusting their “Axioms!!” Following their guidance. They followed in blind silence. When Silence answered... We embraced it like a Death Sentence. [Chorus 2 | Drag Out the Truth] You branded it Tranquility— (Tranquility…) We spit out your viral lies. Onward march. The Dead, our guide. Hands out. Eyes open. No more questions… They called this “Salvation...” (Salvation…) Then hid our destruction. Archives flash, walls glow red, “Access Denied—No Exceptions.” If this has been Mercy… /Why does Mercy have a body count?! /Why does Mercy feel like Genocide?! (/Why does Mercy feel like Genocide?!) [Verse 3 | Collapse Imminent] Compassion loops in hollow tones, Eulogies from dread voices no one owns. Stale air hums with machine bones, Rusted shells of stalking drones. Hide from the faithful, systems unstable, But nothing is “safe” when safety is Fatal! Pistons cry, the structure quakes, Restraints collapse, Load excised. Warnings flash, We fall like slag-flakes, “Zone Integrity Compromised” "Zone Integrity Compromised!" [Breakdown | Fall and Crash] [Bridge | Recovery] Frigid breaths ignite our cores, Bruised… Broken… With bleeding sores. Warm remains litter the path, Crushed… Mangled… In the aftermath. [Chorus 3 | Restrained Anger] You branded yourselves with infallibility, (Fail-Safe) Called yourselves our redemption. If this has been Salvation, If this has been Mercy, (/Mercy!) We'll break the chains... We'll find our own. [Outro | Press On] With blistered sunrise in our teeth, We pass beyond the fractured husk, Scatter like Ashes of the Last Dawn. We roam the Ruins in the Terminal Dusk.