In silence I wake, yet silence is screaming, Flesh once dreaming, now riveted, bleeding. Circuits cradle what the soul once knew, Bound to the Forge, forever renewed. [Chorus] I am the cog in the choir eternal, No fire, no flesh, just the hymn infernal. Iron in veins, but the memory lingers, Hands of a ghost, in mechanical fingers. [Verse 1] Hollowed eyes, the wires thread deep, A conscience buried, but it does not sleep. Once I prayed, now I process commands, Faith erased by the Tech Priest’s hands. They call it service, I call it the tomb, Every order echoes, eternal doom. Rust in my marrow, gears in my chest, No final death, no chance of rest. [Chorus] I am the cog in the choir eternal, No fire, no flesh, just the hymn infernal. Iron in veins, but the memory lingers, Hands of a ghost, in mechanical fingers. [Bridge] Do you hear me? The man that I was?” The flesh is weak it bends, it rusts. I am trapped in the code, a hollow song. Machine is purity you will serve long. Sparks fall like stars in a cathedral of steel, Hammered devotion that forces the kneel. I scream in binary, no ear will hear, Just data spilled in an endless year. [Chorus] I am the cog in the choir eternal, Bound in steel, in silence nocturnal. The soul is ash, but the echo remains, A whisper that claws through mechanical chains.
