Last Man Standing

[Verse 1] Neon sunrise, plastic sky, Every thought quantized and classified. Scroll-scarred fingers, sleepless eyes, Trading our souls for a faster life. You wear your barcode like a crown, Let the algorithm chase you down. I pulled the plug and heard the sound— A human heartbeat underground. [Pre-Chorus] I’ve watched the empire of the screen Rewrite what it means to dream, But I won’t bow to your machine, Not while there’s blood left in me. [Chorus] Last man standing, cut the cord now, Break the signal, overload. While you bow to glowing screens, I’d rather bleed than join the feed. Last man standing, flesh and voltage, Out of step with what you sold. If this is all you think we need, I’d rather bleed than join the feed. [Verse 2] Ay-Eye prophets, silver tongues, Selling “salvation” one click at a time. Data-drunk and overrun, You call it progress, I call it a crime. We built a digital renaissance, But killed the poets for their doubts. Your perfect world runs on compliance; I’m here to burn the error out. [Pre-Chorus] You sterilize our jagged hearts, Smooth out edges, sell us charts. But I was born for hitting sparks, Not glowing softly in the dark. [Chorus] Last man standing, cut the cord now, Break the signal, overload. While you bow to glowing screens, I’d rather bleed than join the feed. Last man standing, flesh and voltage, Out of step with what you sold. If this is all you think we need, I’d rather bleed than join the feed. [Bridge – half-time, gang vocals] I won’t be one more user name, One more ghost inside your mainframe. I’d rather choke on static air Than breathe your filtered, rented share. We are not your captured clicks, We are not your metrics, fixed. If this is all we’re meant to be, Then why do I still feel… [Breakdown – build] Heartbeat, hard reset, I’m the glitch you haven’t crushed yet. Heartbeat, hard reset, I’m the one line you’ll regret. [Final Chorus] Last man standing, cut the cord now, Break the signal, overload. While you bow to glowing screens, I’d rather bleed than join the feed. Last man standing, flesh and voltage, Out of step with what you sold. If this is all you think we need, I’d rather bleed than join the feed. [Outro – shouted] Last. Man. Standing. Not. For. Sale.