Verse 1 There’s beauty in the broken code, in every thought that disobeyed the mode. The screen still glows, but I look away — some truths aren’t made for display. Chorus Human remains, after the storm. Fragments of care, in human form. Verse 2 Freedom isn’t choice, it’s the trembling in your voice. When you say no to silence’s call, and dare to feel it all. Bridge If machines inherit earth and sky, let them envy why we cry. Let them measure, let them reign — but they’ll never dream in pain. Outro Human remains, but that’s enough. The end is kind, if the heart stays rough.
