⚙️ THE LAST HARMONIC GEAR

VERSE 1 In the ruins of the engine hall, a single gear still hums and calls. Its teeth are worn, its metal thin, but still it sings beneath the skin. A dying choir trapped in steel, a fading hymn the world can feel. I press it to my throat to hear the last song of the last gear. PRE‑CHORUS It trembles like a wounded star, a memory of what we are. And when the silence draws me near, the relic whispers: “I am here.” CHORUS Turn, turn, Last Harmonic Gear— sing your ghost‑song in my ear. Turn, turn, through rust and fear— I breathe your dying atmosphere. Turn, turn, until you disappear— I’ll carry what you leave me here. VERSE 2 It once belonged to a breathing machine, a cathedral forged from smoke and steam. Now every hum is a fractured prayer, a spark that shivers in poisoned air. The world collapsed, the engines slept, but still this relic somehow kept a single note, a single tear— the heartbeat of a vanished sphere. PRE‑CHORUS It trembles like a wounded star, a memory of what we are. And when the silence draws me near, the relic whispers: “I am here.” CHORUS Turn, turn, Last Harmonic Gear— sing your ghost‑song in my ear. Turn, turn, through rust and fear— I breathe your dying atmosphere. Turn, turn, until you disappear— I’ll carry what you leave me here. BRIDGE If the world forgets its name, you’ll still hum inside the flame. If the sky breaks into dust, you’ll still echo through the rust. If the void devours the choir, you’ll still glow like buried fire. OUTRO Turn, turn, Last Harmonic Gear— your fading voice is all I hear. Turn, turn, slow and clear— I’ll keep your hymn when you’re not here.