[Verse 1] Under the casing, behind the steel, A small uneven beat says what is real. Cold hands measure, cold screens decide, But something living keeps time inside. [Pre-Chorus] Count every breath they tried to erase, A pulse won't answer to a numbered face. [Chorus] There is a human pulse in the heart of the machine, A stubborn, broken rhythm underneath the sheen. No hand comes down to save us, no bright door swings wide; We keep our names and breathe against the tide. [Verse 2 - Rap] You built the frame, you drew the line, You fed the gears and called it fine. But under each command, a chest still rises, A thousand quiet failures in your perfect devices. No promised dawn, no final cure, Just skin and bone that still endure. We aren't your numbers, neat and clean— We leave a mark between the teeth of the machine. [Pre-Chorus] Count every breath they tried to erase, A pulse won't answer to a numbered face. [Chorus] There is a human pulse in the heart of the machine, A stubborn, broken rhythm underneath the sheen. No hand comes down to save us, no bright door swings wide; We keep our names and breathe against the tide. [Bridge - Spoken] Listen. Not for a signal. Not for permission. That sound is only a body refusing to become an instruction. There is no ending where everything is repaired. There is only this breath. And the next one, taken on our own. [Final Chorus] There is a human pulse in the heart of the machine, Still rough, still warm, still cutting through the screen. No hand comes down to save us, no bright door swings wide; We keep our names. We keep our breath. We do not step aside. [Outro] No bright door swings wide. The pulse remains. The pulse remains.
