[Intro: low drone, distant server hum, a single cracked bell. Whispered, almost spoken] Clock in. Clock out. Rest the remainder. They sell the afterlife on subscription tier. [Verse 1] They numbered every breath and called it care, A glass cathedral built on borrowed air. The feed says stay, the feed says never end, A softer cage, foam and velvet at the bend. My shoulders learn the shape of every queue, My name reduced to what a ledger knew. They offer years in vials, clean and bright, If you will kneel and call the kneeling light. [Pre-Chorus] The towers do not hate me. That is worse. They sand me down and call the sand a verse. No sword, no fire, just the daily toll, A culture trained to polish its own empty hole. [Chorus] Oh Man Have you ever considered When the time has passed And your hands have withered That the magic won't last? No good God, I am the Wizard! No good God, I am the Wizard! (good gods, we are the wizards!) Oh Man Have you ever considered The pill and the wire And the years they delivered Still leave you on fire? No good God, I am the Wizard! No good God, I am the Wizard! (good gods, we are the wizards!) [Verse 2] The clinic hums a hymn of endless stay, While rent comes due on every added day. They patch the heart, they lease the slowing mind, Then bill the ghost for what they left behind. Culture is memes until the throat goes raw, Technology counts small print and calls it law. I watched my father fade inside a screen, Optimized, remembered, nowhere to be seen. Defeat is not a battle. It is wear. It is the chair that learns the shape of prayer. [Pre-Chorus] I am not winning. Say it, let it land. The system took the callus from my hand. But withered is not empty. Withered knows The trick they cannot patent, cannot close. [Chorus] Oh Man Have you ever considered When the time has passed And your hands have withered That the magic won't last? No good God, I am the Wizard! No good God, I am the Wizard! (good gods, we are the wizards!) Oh Man The immortality they mirrored Still ends in a managed ward, And then it ends, alone and shivered Is the one they afford. No good God, I am the Wizard! No good God, I am the Wizard! (good gods, we are the wizards!) [Bridge: half-time, drums drop to a pulse, voices stack until they fray] Let their serum curdle. Let the clouds go dark. I will not buy another borrowed ark. Grind me, archive me, laugh me into dust, I'll keep the older iron hidden under rust. Not the deathless product. Not the managed end. The living contradiction I die to defend. [Final Chorus: full band, gang vocals, the bell returns louder] Oh Man Have you ever considered When the time has passed And your hands have withered That the magic won't last? No good God, I am the Wizard! No good God, I am the Wizard! (good gods, we are the wizards!) Oh Man We considered the prison Of never and now, And we broke it by living What the contracts disallow. No good God, I am the Wizard! (good gods, we are the wizards!) [Outro: drone returns, voices thin to one] The magic won't last. So we spend it. [Outro: drone returns, voices thin to one] The magic won't last. So we spend it. (we spend it) The magic won't last. So we spend it while the hands still close.
