Broken World

male vocals, progressive rock, pop rock, synth rock, dance rock, math rock, genesis-esque

V3.5

(Pre-Chorus)
They promised us a future, but left us with the cost,
We’re stumbling through the ruins of a paradise we lost.
The puppeteers are laughing as we dance upon their strings,
But the cracks are showing in the kingdom of their kings.

(Chorus)
This is the echo of a broken world,
Spinning faster, out of control.
A million hands could lift us higher,
But we’re trapped in this unholy choir.

(Verse 2)
The screens dictate our movements, the lies we’re forced to trust,
Kings and queens of paper, their empires built on dust.
We’re drowning in the static, the signal’s burning out,
And still, we chase the future, ignoring every doubt.

(Pre-Chorus)
We’re soldiers of illusion, marching through the grey,
Our hearts are beating louder, but we’re running the wrong way.
Their promises are hollow, their words like shattered glass,
The walls are closing in as we repeat the past.

(Chorus)
This is the echo of a broken world,
Spinning faster, out of control.
A million hands could lift us higher,
But we’re trapped in this unholy choir.

(Bridge)
Time is running thin, the clock won’t wait for fools,
The cracks are growing deeper, the chaos rewrites rules.
But in the dark, a whisper, a spark begins to rise,
A beacon for the broken, a fire in our skies.

(Guitar and Keyboard Solo)

(Verse 3)
The tides are slowly turning; the winds begin to shift,
From ashes of the fallen, we find the strength to lift.
The veil of fear is thinning; the night begins to fade,
A light breaks through the ruins, and hope will not be swayed.

(Pre-Chorus)
The chains that held us captive are weakening with time,
Together, we’ll dismantle the architects of crime.
The puppeteers are faltering; their strings begin to fray,
We’ll rise above the chaos and carve a brighter day.

(Chorus)
This is the echo of a broken world,
Spinning faster, out of control.
A million hands could lift us higher,
But we’re trapped in this unholy choir.
We are the voices of a breaking world,
Spinning faster, where we have no control.
A million hands could bring us higher,
But we’re chained up in this corrupt choir.

2310/7500

(Verse 1) There’s a fracture in the skyline, the shadows tear the seams, A world built on deception, collapsing at the dreams. We march in quiet chaos, blind to what’s ahead, The voices of the fallen now echo in our stead. (Pre-Chorus) They promised us a future, but left us with the cost, We’re stumbling through the ruins of a paradise we lost. The puppeteers are laughing as we dance upon their strings, But the cracks are showing in the kingdom of their kings. (Chorus) This is the echo of a broken world, Spinning faster, out of control. A million hands could lift us higher, But we’re trapped in this unholy choir. (Verse 2) The screens dictate our movements, the lies we’re forced to trust, Kings and queens of paper, their empires built on dust. We’re drowning in the static, the signal’s burning out, And still, we chase the future, ignoring every doubt. (Pre-Chorus) We’re soldiers of illusion, marching through the grey, Our hearts are beating louder, but we’re running the wrong way. Their promises are hollow, their words like shattered glass, The walls are closing in as we repeat the past. (Chorus) This is the echo of a broken world, Spinning faster, out of control. A million hands could lift us higher, But we’re trapped in this unholy choir. (Bridge) Time is running thin, the clock won’t wait for fools, The cracks are growing deeper, the chaos rewrites rules. But in the dark, a whisper, a spark begins to rise, A beacon for the broken, a fire in our skies. (Guitar and Keyboard Solo) (Verse 3) The tides are slowly turning; the winds begin to shift, From ashes of the fallen, we find the strength to lift. The veil of fear is thinning; the night begins to fade, A light breaks through the ruins, and hope will not be swayed. (Pre-Chorus) The chains that held us captive are weakening with time, Together, we’ll dismantle the architects of crime. The puppeteers are faltering; their strings begin to fray, We’ll rise above the chaos and carve a brighter day. (Chorus) This is the echo of a broken world, Spinning faster, out of control. A million hands could lift us higher, But we’re trapped in this unholy choir. We are the voices of a breaking world, Spinning faster, where we have no control. A million hands could bring us higher, But we’re chained up in this corrupt choir.

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