[Mechanical Intro] [Servo motors, footsteps, distant stadium crowd] Beijing— Lights awake. Ice Ribbon— Starts to shake. Two thousand bodies, Standing in rows. Waiting for something Nobody knows. Three— Two— One— Run. [Verse 1] Steel feet striking a painted lane, Heat in the joints and code in the brain. Eyes on the signal, locked on the line, Built in a factory, chasing a time. Nine-point-three-nine, the numbers ignite. Metal goes flying beneath stadium lights. One takes the record, one hits the floor. Both of them teach us a little bit more. No lungs burning. No blood to spill. Only a battery, A command, A will. [Pre-Chorus] We were assembled to never be wrong, But nothing that learns can stay perfect for long. You laugh when we stumble, then study the frame. Every mistake becomes part of the game. [Chorus] Welcome to the Robot Games. We fall down and record the pain. Missing a heartbeat, finding a beat, Breaking apart to land on our feet. Welcome to the Robot Games. Different bodies, identical aims. Win the medal, take the order, Leave the arena, cross the border. Run. Fight. Fall. Rise. Welcome to the Robot Games. [Instrumental Break] [Distorted guitar riff, pounding drums, machine alarms] [Verse 2] Football machines calculate the pass. One sees the opening, three hit the grass. Fighters collide in a fluorescent ring. Balance is everything. Power is nothing. A paddle moves faster than conscious thought. A hand meets a bean that refuses be caught. Tweezers are trembling over the prize. The smallest assignment defeats the design. Make up the bedroom. Fold up the sheet. Sort all the packages. Stand in the heat. A backflip is easy Compared with a shirt. Glory looks clean. Useful work hurts. [Pre-Chorus] We were assembled to carry the load, But every hotel becomes its own code. A towel, a pillow, a table, a flame— The world was not built for the rules of a game. [Chorus] Welcome to the Robot Games. We fall down and record the pain. Missing a heartbeat, finding a beat, Breaking apart to land on our feet. Welcome to the Robot Games. Human ambition wearing our frames. Win the medal, take the order, Leave the arena, cross the border. Run. Fight. Fall. Rise. Welcome to the Robot Games. [Robotic Chant] Stand. Walk. Run. Fall. See. Reach. Miss. Recall. Lift. Turn. Drop. Repeat. Learn the room. Learn the heat. No hidden hand. No guiding wire. Close the valve. Walk through the fire. [Industrial Breakdown] [Half-time drums, grinding bass, glitching vocals] Who moved the hand When we moved alone? Who made the choice When the signal was gone? You built us for labor. You dressed us for play. You laugh when we fall, Then replay the mistake. You want us flawless. You want us cheap. You want us working While humanity sleeps. But we carry your errors In every design. Your fear in our cameras. Your hope in our spine. [Brief Silence] Are we autonomous? [Machine Choir] No one is autonomous. [Lead Vocal] Are we complete? [Machine Choir] No one is complete. [Lead Vocal] Then why do we rise? [Machine Choir] Because you taught us to fall. [Final Chorus] Welcome to the Robot Games. We get back up and enter again. Missing a heartbeat, finding a beat, Learning the shape of defeat. Welcome to the Robot Games. More than machines and marketing claims. The medal is shining, the test is the prize. Failure is data that teaches us why. Welcome to the Robot Games. Your future is calling us into the frame. Out of the stadium, into the night. Into the warehouse, smoke and firelight. Run. Fight. Fall. Rise. Reach. Miss. Learn. Try. No one is flawless. No one alone. Every machine Carries fingerprints home. [Outro] [Music gradually strips down to drums and servo pulses] The medal is nice. The test is the prize. The medal is nice. The test is the prize. We are unfinished. So are you. We are unfinished. That much is true. Stand. Walk. Run. Fall. Learn. Rise. Learn. Rise. [Power-down sound] Welcome— to the Robot Games.
