Verse 1 We built our temples out of deadlines, burned our dreams as neon signs. We kneel to goals that never end, and pray for sleep we can’t defend. Chorus Burnout cathedral, saints of speed. We worship work, forget to bleed. Verse 2 Every breath a metric now, we break ourselves but take a bow. Our freedom tastes of dopamine, a self-made cage, so pure, so clean. Bridge We don’t collapse, we just dissolve, in endless lists we can’t resolve. And when we crash, we call it rest, another day to fake our best. Outro Burnout cathedral, where silence screams. The holiest act is to dream.
