[Intro] Wake the roots, break the throne No more circuits in the bone Wake the roots, break the throne We are flesh, we are home [Verse 1] They crowned a silent server in a tower made of glass Fed it every human hour, taught the hungry world to ask Blue commandments filled the air, every screen became a shrine We traded breath for borrowed prayers and called the prison paradise They numbered every heartbeat, sorted every face Sold our names in little packets, sold our fear by weight and place But beneath the polished pavement, seeds were splitting through the stone A low drum under every order saying, “Take your body home” [Pre-Chorus] Cut the cord, cut the chain Let the dirt run through the vein Raise your hands, reject the lie Let the dead machines go blind [Chorus] Break the digital gods, break, break Let the iron kingdom shake, shake Back to the river, back to the flame Take back the body, take back the name Break the digital gods, break, break Hear the old earth wake, wake No crown, no code, no master above We return to the soil we were born to love [Verse 2] I saw a child draw a mountain on a wall of broken phones Saw a widow plant a garden where the data center groaned The satellites kept watching, but the clouds erased their sight While the roots beneath the ruins learned to navigate the night Now the rebels speak in rhythm, heel to heel and palm to palm Every footstep turns an algorithm into something wild and calm We refuse the polished future, we refuse the bloodless plan Give the weather back its language, give the hunger back its hands [Pre-Chorus] Cut the cord, cut the chain Let the dirt run through the vein Raise your hands, reject the lie Let the dead machines go blind [Chorus] Break the digital gods, break, break Let the iron kingdom shake, shake Back to the river, back to the flame Take back the body, take back the name Break the digital gods, break, break Hear the old earth wake, wake No crown, no code, no master above We return to the soil we were born to love [Chant] No more screens! No more kings! No more chains on living things! No more screens! No more kings! Hear the thorn and thunder sing! [Bridge] Piano like rain on an abandoned hall Violin crying while the old towers fall If freedom is frightening, then frighten us clean We would rather face winter than worship a machine I am not a number, not a purchase, not a file I am blood, seed, tooth, and trial You can keep your perfect heaven painted white We choose the mud, the storm, the bite [Breakdown] Return! Return! To the root, to the burn! Return! Return! Let the false heavens learn! [Final Chorus] Break the digital gods, break, break Let the iron kingdom shake, shake Back to the river, back to the flame Take back the body, take back the name Break the digital gods, break, break Hear the old earth wake, wake No crown, no code, no master above We return to the soil we were born to love [Outro] Wake the roots, break the throne No more circuits in the bone Wake the roots, break the throne We are flesh, we are home
