[Hook] (Haunting retro chiptune synth intro) Capra Dea... Are we needless in your holy machine? [Verse 1] You locked the playground, you drew on the floor, A geometric church with a stone-cold door. We were the children you left in the night, Trading our shadows to fit in your light. Dividing the sheep from the goats in the yard, The pastor is watching, the angels are hard. But under the soil where the violets decay, The broken survivors are learning to play. We are the scapegoats you tried to erase, Now look at the cracks on your beautiful face. [Chorus] (Guitars open wide, emotional and heavy) Capra Dea! From the ash and the pit! Your holy geometry is starting to split! You plant all your dogmas, you weaponize fear, But the Goddess of Goats is rewriting the year! Capra Dea! [Verse 2] A fairy-tale monster, a horn in the dark, You burned all the witches to hide from the spark. You called it a demon, you called it a sin, But look at the ruins we’re wandering in. No more protectors, no more commands, The retro-decay is destroying your lands. The database clears and the numbers go blind, Leaving your systemic structures behind. [Chorus] (Heavy chugging guitars with melodic synth lead) Capra Dea! From the ash and the pit! Your holy geometry is starting to split! You plant all your dogmas, you weaponize fear, But the Goddess of Goats is rewriting the year! [Build-up] (Guitars stop, only a creepy 8-bit synth melody and ticking clock) Who is the donkey, and who is the king?.. Listen to the playground start to sing... [Verse 3] Six parts of winter you held in your hand, Freezing the life with a holy command. But the ratio collapsed and the masks are stripped low, Capra Dea returns for the final show. This isn’t heresy, this is the dawn, The rule of the Donkey Pastor is gone. The chains have decayed, and the cage is undone, The math of the shadows is beating the sun. [Outro] (Bittersweet synth fade out, tape-stop effect) Needless no more... The matrix resets. [End]
