Lights above, moving slow - Who they are, we don't know. Voices say they came for peace... But peace now runs on code. Gold ships in the night sky, No sound, but the stars lie. Old gods in a new shell, Heaven sold as a data cell. Eyes wide, people pray, Truth fades in the bright display. DNA in their hands, Writing future in the sands. We thought it's love, it's control, Upload soul to the global hole. New dawn, same chains, Every promise leaves new stains. Digital wings, ancient scars, They don't come from the stars. They rise from wires, behind the bars, And call it - The Return of Mars. They came, they saw, We kneeled - in awe. Not stars, not scars, Just codes in jars. The return... Or a burn? They came, they saw, We kneeled - in awe. Not stars, not scars, Just codes in jars. The return... Or a burn? Sky cracks, light falls down, We smile while they wear the crown. Steel eyes, silver tongues, Speaking truth with plastic lungs. Dreams in code, hearts on screen, Prophets built from the machine. Feed us light, feed us lie, Say it's heaven, watch us die. Every mind, every prayer, Stored and priced in the air. Fear reborn in holy apps, Tracking souls through neural maps. We begged for gods, they gave us kings, We gave them blood for better wings. And now they shine, behind the scars, The false return of the WIMAN stars. They came, they saw, We kneeled - in awe. Not stars, not scars, Just codes in jars. The return... Or a burn? They came, they saw, We kneeled - in awe. Not stars, not scars, Just codes in jars. The return... Or a burn? Maybe they're real, maybe disguise, Maybe just ghosts in digital skies. But if gods ever come from afar... They'll land - inside your avatar. The return... The return...
