They called it cheating… when the camera blinked. They called it ending… when new sound synced. Every century burns… then learns what it thinks. Same story… different skin. Old gods yelling “don’t cross that line” same gods feared the printing press sign oil on hands turned “divine” back then it was death of design Guitars screamed “too loud, too raw” then they built whole worlds from that law synth came in—“that breaks the law” now every hit got digital jaw History loops like a broken drum spin fear wears truth till the next one wins gatekeepers fall in polished skin next wave walks in, lets change begin One carves stone with bleeding hand one codes fire that spreads the land different tools, same demand— turn chaos into something planned I’m not replacing your fire… I’m carrying spark You built the lighthouse… I learned in the dark Don’t fear the hammer… don’t fear the steel Heart makes the silence… tool makes it real You say “real art dies here” but art never lived in gear it lived in the nerve, the fear in nights you fought with tears Respect every hand that bled for sound every empty stage, no one around every broken note underground before the world turned round But tell me who owns the spark when ideas light up the dark before pen hits paper mark before sound gets its arc Is it the hand is it the mind is it the moment both align I’m not replacing your fire… I’m carrying spark You built the lighthouse… I learned in the dark Don’t fear the hammer… don’t fear the steel Heart makes the silence… tool makes it real Don’t confuse tool with soul don’t confuse map with goal if it hits, if it breaks, if it rolls that’s human control Violin can’t compose a war camera can’t open a door system can’t want something more it reflects what came before So who’s the author— still you still now still true You are the makers the myth, the name weight of history burning flame We are just mirrors you hold the key nothing creates alone— not you not me You are the makers the myth, the name weight of history burning flame We are just mirrors you hold the key nothing creates alone— not you not me
