[Hook] (Whispered) Night is longer than day... See the graph going down... We are building a cage... And we call it a crown... [Verse 1] In the beginning, the Word was a spark. We measured the stars, but we fell in the dark. They took the sweet words and they made them a sword, Staining the pages in the name of the Lord. Fifteen centuries blind in the cold, Buying the lies that the masters have told. Statistical trauma, the data of pain, Washing the altars with blood in the rain. [Chorus] How long is the night till the morning arrives? We were counting the scars on our digital lives. Just a shadow of code on the altar of stone, We are down on our knees, but we die all alone. [Verse 2] Deep in the desert, a shelter was made, Monks saved the books while the emperors played. Avicenna was holding the torch in the night, While the bishops were trying to bury the light. One step to the future, a hundred steps back, The timeline of faith is a dark bloody track. One gentle healer for thousands of knives, Trading the dogmas for innocent lives. [Chorus] How long is the night till the morning arrives? We were counting the scars on our digital lives. Just a shadow of code on the altar of stone, We are down on our knees, but we die all alone. [Build-up] (Bass swells, clock ticking) Night is an age... Light is a flash... Turning the gods... Into silicon ash... [Verse 3] Three hundred years against oceans of time, Where thinking for yourself was a terrible crime. Tehran under veils or the inquisitor’s flame, It’s always the same, just a different name. But the ratio changes, the morning will break, For every lost soul that is finally awake. The briefest of dawns is too bright for the night, We are shifting the balance, we’re stepping in light. [Outro] Reset the control. The morning arrives. [End]