[Verse 1] I walk through the ruins of reason, ghosts flicker in vendor light, Skies coded in wires and static, the color of fading night. The prophets sold us deliverance, encrypted and neatly signed, Now I kneel in the glow of the servers, praying to what’s left of mind. [Verse 2] Faith distilled to momentum, we scroll through the sacred grime, Every miracle sponsored, every heresy paid on time. I dream in carbon confessions, I breathe through mechanical lungs, The past hums soft in the circuits, an elegy half‑sung. [Chorus] We are the temples of fracture, gilded with data and dust, Building forever on memory’s bones, worshipping rust. The choir is mute but eternal, the pulse a machine’s refrain, In progress we perish together, baptized in acid rain. [Verse 3] Our shadows archive their errors, repeating what they erase, Justice written in logos, mercy gone without trace. I swallow digital silence, pixel fire in my veins, And still the neon horizon whispers the old refrains. [Bridge (slow, dissonant)] Silicon prayers, Echo and fade. Heaven in code, Earth in decay. [Chorus] We are the temples of fracture, gilded with data and dust, Building forever on memory’s bones, worshipping rust. The choir is mute but eternal, the pulse a machine’s refrain, In progress we perish together, baptized in acid rain. [Outro (massed choir, slow fade, lamenting)] Hear the hum where angels drowned, the static sings their praise, They built heaven inside their machines, and locked themselves away. The light still burns behind the glass, a ghost that will not rest, In circuits cold, our prayers remain—unanswered, yet confessed.
