///*****/// [Intro] Beyond the sleeping world lies a bronze citadel built over volcanic chambers, Where silence wears the color of a bruise. One spark survives beneath the weight of years, One human voice refuses to be used. [Verse 1] I carried doubt like water in a helmet, I carried blame like gravel in my boots. The climb exposed the weakness of my anger, Then showed me where a deeper courage roots. Not every battle asks a blade for payment, Not every victory needs a royal name. Sometimes the bravest act is standing open, And guarding one uncelebrated flame. [Pre-Chorus] Let the warning drums awaken, Let the hidden doors unseal. What was whispered now is spoken, What was wounded now is steel. [Chorus] There are no gods in the machine! Let the hammering heavens hear our cry. There are no gods in the machine! We were born to stand, not wait to die. Through the smoke, through the wound, through the night that calls us liars, We will carry living iron, we will carry living fires. There are no gods in the machine! Raise the truth until it cuts across the sky. [Verse 2] They promised peace, but sent us priests who translate algorithms into sacred commands. They dressed the oldest hunger up as law. I watched the faithful trade away their names, I watched the proud salute the thing they saw. Then in the ruin I uncovered a gear split by a human hand; No jeweled relic, only proof made bright. It held the warmth of everyone who fell, And showed my empty hands what they must fight. [Chorus] There are no gods in the machine! We were born to stand, not wait to die. Through the smoke and through the wound, carry the living fire. There are no gods in the machine! Raise the truth across the sky. [Bridge] If I return alone, remember this: no calculation will absolve the hand that kills. No monument can breathe for those it buries, No sacred word can make a falsehood clean. The future is not granted by the mighty; It starts wherever ordinary hearts convene. [Guitar Solo - a technical solo with odd-grouping sequences, tremolo bursts and a disciplined melodic resolution rather than pure shred] [Rhythm guitars hold the central motif while bass and drums widen the battlefield.] [Verse 3] This is the tale of rebels destroying an oracle-engine used to justify endless war. The weak became a wall around each other, The lost became a road across the rain. We learned that hope is neither soft nor silent, It bites the hand that feeds the world despair. It lifts the fallen standard from the gutter, And makes a kingdom out of those who care. [Final Chorus] There are no gods in the machine! Let the last horizon answer to our cry. There are no gods in the machine! We have learned the dark can bleed and empires die. Through the smoke, through the wound, through the years that tried to break us, We are neither owned nor ended; every scar will remake us. There are no gods in the machine! Raise the truth until it cuts across the sky.
