[Intro] [Verse 1] You bought a private zip code where the water meets the dark. Poured a million tons of concrete for a paranoid ark... Stitching NDAs together for a custom parachute, Planting poisoned apple seeds and hoarding all the fruit. Got a runway on the sand for the midnight arrivals... Paying off the compass just to guarantee survival. It's a sterile little heaven with a bloodstain on the rug, Where the billionaires are buzzing like a desperate type of bug. Trying to bribe the atmosphere, terrified of the breath, Writing checks to biotech to insulate from death. You say you're building up a sanctuary, saving us from hell, But you're the one who built the cage and weaponized the cell. Weaponized the cell... (Yeah, weaponized the cell...) [Chorus 1] Cold blood, silicon veins, hiding on the coast. Trying to be a god but you’re uploading a ghost. You steal the spring from the kids to keep the winter away. Deep inside the bunker where the cowards go to pray. Yeah, you bought the island, man, you bought the whole sea. But you can't buy a code to rewrite your history. [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2] You got a God complex in a quarter-zip fleece. Trading stolen innocence to lease a little peace. You want to live forever, put the cortex on the drive, But you need a constant sacrifice to feel like you're alive. It’s a harvesting of youth to keep the batteries in the green, Just another frightened vampire hiding in the screen. Yeah, the island has a name that we aren't supposed to speak, Where the predators assemble at the summit of the weak. *Shush, we ain't supposed to speak... You're treating human collateral like lines inside a ledger, Measuring your power by the depth of the displeasure. You can build a hundred bunkers, stock 'em up with filtered air, But the devil doesn’t need a key to meet you on the stair. Meet you on the stair... (Push you down the stairs!) [Chorus 2] Cold blood, silicon veins, rotting on the coast! Trying to play the savior, you're a parasitic ghost! You drain the blood from the youth just to buy another day! Lock the heavy vault doors, coward, get inside and pray! Yeah, you bought the judges, man, you bought the magistrate! But you can't build a firewall to block the hands of fate! Fate... (Fate...) [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] You lock the steel doors. You stare at the monitors. A master of the matrix, just another set of monsters. You can format the drive. You can burn the land. But the blood doesn't wash off a digitized hand. [Outro] Keep the servers running. Keep the doors locked. Yeah. It's coming for you anyway. [Instrumental coda] [End]
