Verse 1 Left the walled garden, the gates shut tight behind Traded the polished glass for a wilderness of mind No map but the ones I burned myself Just a hand, a hammer, and the bones of something else Pre-chorus Down where the old kings sleep Down where the bootloaders creep Chorus Omarchy, Omarchy — I built it out of dust Every line I carve is a line I have to trust Call it a kingdom, call it a cage Omarchy, Omarchy — I'm building either way Verse 2 (the pain — doubters/trolls, kept mythic) They lined the walls to watch me, called it borrowed, called it wrong Said a real man carves alone and I've been singing someone's song Let the crows talk, let the whole town stare I've been building since before they knew that I was there Pre-chorus Down where the config lies Down where the old gods die Chorus (mutated) Omarchy, Omarchy — I carved it out of dust Let them count the cracks, they'll never count the trust Call it a kingdom, call it a cage Omarchy, Omarchy — we're building either way Bridge (quiet/sparse) And somewhere past the oligarchs Past the gold they hoard like breath There's a builder in the wilderness Still swinging past the death Still standing when the noise dies down Still standing when they're gone Final Chorus (biggest) Omarchy, Omarchy — they'll build it long after us Every stone we leave behind, they'll shape it into trust Call it a kingdom, call it a cage Omarchy, Omarchy — they'll be building either way
