
LAWS OF THE ROSE — Cybernetic Gospel Blade
[Intro] I saw the sky turn steel, No fiction, no reel, A future made real— And I don’t wanna feel That this is what we built, That this is what we will. [Verse 1] Drones in the dawn, machines in formation, Cold calculation, autonomous operation, No hesitation, no human frustration, A cinematic nightmare becoming our creation. Terminator’s knocking at the edge of the door, Metal in the heavens, algorithms at war, If a machine can decide who is enemy or friend, Where does humanity begin, and where does it end? We say, “Protect our own,” Then weaponize the zone, Put a life on a line That we’ll never call our own. If conscience is a burden, And mercy makes us slow, Will we hand the trigger To a mind that doesn’t know? [Pre-Chorus] You call it defense, I call it a test, How much of our soul Are we willing to repress? You call it justice, You call it peace, But if another life must die, Does the violence ever cease? [Chorus] Fire, wire, desire— We climb higher, higher, higher, Knife to nuclear, nuclear to AI, Every tool can build a home, Every tool can make it die. Peace can be a shield, Justice can conceal, But the blade of “righteousness” Can cut what we refuse to feel. So before we teach the machine Who deserves to breathe, Maybe we should learn How to see what we can’t see. [Verse 2] When the victim looks like us, We call the violence vile, But change the face and race, And suddenly we justify. “It’s them, they’re the threat, They deserve what they get.” That’s the bias in the mind, That’s the trap we don’t detect. We draw a line between “us” And “them” with loaded tongues, Then poison generations With the hatred of the young. Everybody loves their mother, Everybody fears the grave, Everybody wants tomorrow, Everybody wants to be saved. So tell me what’s the difference When the names and flags are gone? A heartbeat is a heartbeat When the uniform is off. [Pre-Chorus] If I demand humanity When my family is in pain, Can I grant the same humanity To someone with another name? If I want my children To inherit skies of blue, What makes me think That their children don’t want it too? [Chorus] Fire, wire, desire— We climb higher, higher, higher, Knife to nuclear, nuclear to AI, Every tool can build a home, Every tool can make it die. Peace can be a shield, Justice can conceal, But the blade of “righteousness” Can cut what we refuse to feel. So before we teach the machine Who deserves to breathe, Maybe we should learn How to see what we can’t see. [Bridge] Flame gave us warmth, And flame gave us war. The knife cuts bread, Then cuts to the core. Atom split— Cities split— Knowledge blooms, Then darkness hits. Now code can choose, And drones can cruise, No pulse, no guilt, No soul to lose. But who writes the rules? Who programs the truth? Who tells the machine What a human life is worth? [Breakdown] No god in the circuit. No tears in the code. No trembling hand When the missile is loaded. If we remove remorse To make killing efficient, What happens when The “right” becomes insufficient? One side says “hero,” The other says “hell.” Same burning city, Different story to tell. [Final Verse] Maybe peace ain’t silence, Maybe peace ain’t fear, Maybe peace is listening When the enemy is near. Not agreeing with evil, Not surrendering the fight, But refusing to let hatred Rewrite wrong into right. Because the moment we believe Their lives are worth less, We have already planted The seed of the next death. And maybe I’m naive, Maybe prayer isn’t enough, But I’ll pray that our wisdom Can keep pace with our stuff. ’Cause the faster we create, The faster we can break, And the future of the human race May rest on the choices we make. [Final Chorus] Fire, wire, desire— We climb higher, higher, higher, Knife to nuclear, nuclear to AI, Every tool can build a world, Every tool can make it die. Peace can be a shield, Justice can conceal, And the blade of “righteousness” Can cut what we refuse to feel. So God, if You are listening Beyond the code and screen, Guide the hands of humankind To choose what should have been. Before the sky is filled With machines that never grieve, Teach us how to fight for life— Teach us how to let life breathe. [Outro] No machine should inherit The sins we couldn’t heal. No algorithm should decide Which heartbeat is real. If there’s a road ahead, Let wisdom lead the way. We built the fire. We built the blade. Now teach us how to stay.

