© 2025 Irrelin. All rights reserved https://suno.com/@irrelin We are tired of the old world. Still breathing. Still here. You walk beneath the bridges of iron and smoke, the city beats inside your bones. You read the signs, they read you back, every word a mirror, every screen a prayer. You raise your eyes — the sky is empty, but your pulse is still there, still strong. We are tired — (But awake.) We are tired — (But alive.) No heaven above, no meaning below, only this breath, only this now. You saw the sun roll over towers and glass, a bright machine that never rests. The workers sing in the echo of steel, their voices turning dust to light. No one will save us, no one will come, we build our own dawn, brick by brick. We are tired — (But awake.) We are tired — (But alive.) Still here. Still here. You are free now. The city is your temple. Your heartbeat — your hymn. Your breath — your god. We are tired — (But awake.) We are tired — (But alive.) No heaven above. No heaven above. Still here. Still here. Only this breath. Only this now. Still here.
