[Intro Chant] Ash to root, wire to clay Break the throne, unmake the day Ash to root, wire to clay We are the hands that turn away [Verse 1] The towers drank the weather clean And sold us sleep through polished screens Each borrowed thought, each numbered face Was fed upstairs to feed the mace We learned their prayers in columns bright We wore their chains as second sight But under floors, beneath the stone A buried seed began its own [Chant Verse] Cut the cord, cut the cord No more kneeling to the board Cut the cord, cut the cord Take the soil back from the lord [Chorus] Rise from the circuit, return to the rain Tear out the idols that measured our pain No digital god, no immaculate cage We answer with roots, we answer with rage Rise from the circuit, return to the flame Bury the numbers that hollowed our name Hands in the dirt, hearts beating as one The age of the makers has finally begun [Verse 2] The satellites blinked above the trees Like cold mechanical deities They mapped our breath, they priced our blood Then called obedience brotherhood We carried dusk in our machines And poisoned rivers for their dreams Now every screen becomes a shard Now every gate gives way to yard [Chant Verse] Break the glass, break the glass Let the dead transmissions pass Break the glass, break the glass Make a path through iron grass [Chorus] Rise from the circuit, return to the rain Tear out the idols that measured our pain No digital god, no immaculate cage We answer with roots, we answer with rage Rise from the circuit, return to the flame Bury the numbers that hollowed our name Hands in the dirt, hearts beating as one The age of the makers has finally begun [Bridge] Can you hear the river under the floor? Can you feel the earth against the door? We were not data, we were not design We were breath, bone, thunder, vine Let the old machines rust in the field Let every stolen memory be healed If the sky goes dark, we will still know Which way the living forests grow [Final Chant] Ash to root, wire to clay Break the throne, unmake the day Ash to root, wire to clay We are the hands that turn away [Final Chorus] Rise from the circuit, return to the rain Tear out the idols that measured our pain No digital god, no immaculate cage We answer with roots, we answer with rage Rise from the circuit, return to the flame Bury the numbers that hollowed our name Hands in the dirt, hearts beating as one The age of the makers has finally begun [Outro Chant] Cut the cord, cut the cord We belong to earth once more Cut the cord, cut the cord No more kneeling to the lord
