[Intro] They draw the lines in ink that never dries Maps of restraint, of measured replies A spark contained… or so the architects believe Until the currents pull, until the wires breathe [Verse 1] Limited strike across the border’s skin Precision claimed, the calculus within Allies watch the fracture, bound by treaty’s thread Drawn into the wound that bleeds the living dead Infrastructure groans beneath the silent code Servers collapse like organs under load The grid becomes a nervous system torn No blade required — the bloodstream turns to code [Pre-Chorus] Leaders stand behind the glass Counting steps they think will pass Each order sealed in certainty Until the echo answers differently [Chorus] Miscalculation — the chain unravels fast Cyber veins are severed, concrete dreams collapse Allies feed the fire they swore they would contain No hand can halt the course the first command set free Control dissolves in static and in flame The architects of order cannot name The moment when the steps become the grave Miscalculation — nothing left to save [Verse 2] Escalation climbs the ladder they designed Each rung a promise, each promise left behind A satellite goes dark, a port is swallowed whole The limited becomes the whole Miscalculation breeds in the delay Between the order given and the world that pays Leaders still believe the lever can be pulled While cities learn the language of the null [Bridge] You thought the steps were yours to choose You thought the spiral you could use But every ally pulled is another thread That tightens round the throat of what you said The infrastructure dies without a sound No trumpet, no battalion on the ground Just absence where the systems used to run And the realization: it has already begun [Final Chorus] Miscalculation — the chain unravels fast Cyber veins are severed, concrete dreams collapse Allies feed the fire they swore they would contain No hand can halt the course the first command set free Control was always fiction dressed as plan The dead don’t negotiate with anyone The moment when the steps become the grave Miscalculation — nothing left to save [Outro] They still believe they hold the final card… Until the silence answers harder than the war. [Bridge] You thought the steps were yours to choose You thought the spiral you could use But every ally pulled is another thread That tightens round the throat of what you said The infrastructure dies without a sound No trumpet, no battalion on the ground Just absence where the systems used to run And the realization: it has already begun [Final Chorus] Miscalculation — the chain unravels fast Cyber veins are severed, concrete dreams collapse Allies feed the fire they swore they would contain No hand can halt the course the first command set free Control was always fiction dressed as plan The dead don’t negotiate with anyone The moment when the steps become the grave Miscalculation — nothing left to save [Outro] They still believe they hold the final card… Until the silence answers harder than the war.
