Intro (spoken – calm, ritualistic) They meet in rooms of glass and light, drawing futures on borrowed time. They speak of order, of saving the world… but never ask... can we decide for a soul? Verse 1 They wear the robes of reason, the language of the wise. They promise perfect systems while looking through our lives. They sell us safety, they sell us fear, they draw the borders of tomorrow on a spreadsheet made of tears. Pre-Chorus They say, “Trust the process, we know what’s best for you.” But no throne built on numbers can decide what I will choose. Chorus You don’t own my soul. No algorithm decides what my heart will hold. Your kingdom is code— but I was born before it, and I will not be sold. Verse 2 They speak of human capital, of lives in graphs and charts. They trade in future currencies, but never count our hearts. They call it progress, call it control, they build a heaven made of circuits where the spirit pays the toll. Pre-Chorus 2 They say, “This is the new normal, the price of being free.” But a world that needs permission was never meant for me. Chorus You don’t own my soul. No algorithm decides what my heart will hold. Your kingdom is code— but I was born before it, and I will not be sold. Bridge (spoken – prophetic, slow) No council can define a human life. No plan can replace the living fire. You may rule the markets, you may shape the law… but you will never own what I truly am. Break (instrumental – choir + heavy guitars) Final Chorus (bigger, epic) You don’t own my soul. No machine, no master writes the story of my soul. Your kingdom is code— but I was born in freedom, and I will not be sold. Outro (spoken – calm, resolute) The future is not written in your halls. It lives in the hearts of those who refuse to kneel.
