The Final Waves

[Intro] [Rising synths, ethereal harmonies] ooOoooOoooo We were promised cities of glass and steel... But all we built were towers of smoke. - Tides rose to meet our greed, The ocean took what we would not let go. [Verse 1] [Driving beat, pulsing synth] We traded forests for fire, rivers for roads. Breath for exhaust. Skies for neon. [Pause] Steel and circuits, pulsing with hunger, Feeding machines that do not sleep. Worshipping the gospel of power, of profit, Never asking what comes next. [Swelling] We called it progress. We called it vision. We called it our destiny. But the sea? It called it a grave. [Chorus] Beneath the waves, something stirs. A world that waits, patient as the tides. Not for ruin, but for renewal. Not for endings, but for another chance. The sky is still wide. The earth still breathes. The tide can turn if we rise. [Verse 2] [Momentum builds, urgent tone] We stand on the shoreline, the water at our feet, Watching the waves pull away. Will they return as a flood? Or as a cleansing wave? [Reverb] We built empires of glass, Laughed in the face of the wind. But the wind... it does not forget. [Synth swelling] [Final Chorus] [Triumphant] [Climactic] But listen— The storm does not come to end us. It comes to wake us from our sleep.