(Verse 1) We are the rebels of this cold, steel night, Crafting bodies that burn with neon light. Transhuman art, where logic meets grace, Every upgrade’s a statement, every limb, a face. We defy the weight of this endless despair, For in chrome and circuits, we find our repair. Hector leads us, sharp mind like a blade, An architect of chaos, in shadows we wade. (Chorus) The Technocrats rise, in a world without soul, Where progress is art, and control is the goal. We reshape our flesh, while the weak stay behind, In the cracks of the system, pure profit we find. But beware of the mask, for it hides something grim, Our true motives lie in the dark and the dim. (Verse 2) We sell the dream of eternal design, But our hands deal in shadows, where sun doesn't shine. On the black market, we reign with a grin, Your body’s a canvas, the price is your skin. Hector smiles as he plays his next move, Every whisper of doubt, we swiftly remove. What’s life if not made of gears and wires? A deal well-struck, ignites our fires. (Chorus) The Technocrats rise, in a world without soul, Where progress is art, and control is the goal. We reshape our flesh, while the weak stay behind, In the cracks of the system, pure profit we find. But beneath all the chrome, lies a truth we deny, We’re more machine now, as our hearts slowly die. (Bridge) We’re the future, we claim, but the truth is a mess, A hollow reflection in this game of success. Hector stands tall, yet his shadow is long, Guiding us forward with a sinister song. The Delta Sector knows, we’re the worst of its breed, In beauty, in logic, we sow the dark seed. (Chorus) The Technocrats rise, in a world without soul, Where progress is art, and control is the goal. We reshape our flesh, while the weak stay behind, In the cracks of the system, pure profit we find. But beneath all the chrome, lies a truth we deny, We’re more machine now, as our hearts slowly die. (Outro) We are The Technocrats, perfection’s our creed, But behind every deal, there’s a hunger we feed. Hector laughs in the cold starlit haze, In this world we created, we’ll burn in the blaze.
