[Verse 1] They built it tall on bones and brass Gold-trimmed sins in stained glass Every clock tower a gilded lie Each chime a whisper someone died Silks on skin, but soot in lungs The choir’s hollow, the hymn’s undone We watched the gaslight shimmer pale While rust crept slow beneath the veil [Pre-Chorus – Building tension] And oh, how they danced on marble floors… While the engines screamed behind iron doors [Chorus – Heavy and melodic] Raise your voice for the ones they burned! Ash and soot where the banners turned Strike the match—let the gears grind slow Their empire ends with the undertow No crown stands when the pressure breaks! No throne survives the ground it quakes! So hold your breath and count the splinters— This is the end of the world… on cinders [Verse 2] The butler’s gone, the ballroom cracked The wine's gone sour, the masks slipped back The Lady sighs in a ruined chair Powdered white and unaware The rebels came on iron feet With soot-stained palms and blistered heat We sang no hymns, we made no pleas— Just shattered glass and broken keys [Pre-Chorus – Slight variation] And oh, how they begged when the pipes burst red… But there’s no justice for the well-fed dead [Chorus – Repeat with added vocals] Raise your voice for the ones they burned! Ash and soot where the banners turned Strike the match—let the gears grind slow Their empire ends with the undertow No crown stands when the pressure breaks! No throne survives the ground it quakes! So hold your breath and count the splinters— This is the end of the world… on cinders [Bridge – Female Vocal Echo / Spoken Interlude] [Female Voice (singing softly, ghostlike)]: “We danced in velvet… kissed with gin… Now we drown in what’s always been…” [Male (Spoken, low and haunted)]: “They carved their empire in steam and gold… And buried their dead in the mold.” [Final Chorus – Intense and Resolute] Raise your voice—don't forget their names! Truth is forged in the furnace flames! Sing for fire, sing for dust— The only gods are gears and rust! No crown stands when the pressure breaks! No throne survives the ground it quakes! We are the smoke, the fall, the splinters— We are the end… of the world on cinders. [Outro – Slow Accordion, Music Box Fade] [Tick… tick…] “And all their clocks… stopped at once.”
