Intro Sunrise bleeding through steel and glass, City waking but we moving fast. Verse 1 I see the future in a window reflection, Not in their boardrooms, not in elections. It’s in the kid with a cracked-up screen, Building worlds they’ve never seen. It’s in the girl with a basement lab, Turning old code into something mad. They call it hobby, call it phase, We call it shift in tidal waves. Skyscrapers tall but the ground’s alive, Every sidewalk holds a tribe. They thought we’d wait for validation, We built our own foundation. Pre-Chorus Feel that pressure in the skyline glass? That’s a prophecy moving fast. Not whispered soft, not hidden low, It’s written in the undertow. Chorus Skylines bend when the prophets speak, From basement floors to the mountain peak. We don’t wait for gates to open, We code the doors and leave them broken. No crown can hold this energy, No wall can block this synergy. Future loud, no apology, This is the skyline prophecy. Verse 2 They sold us ceilings made of doubt, Told us some dreams don’t pan out. But ceilings crack when pressure climbs, When vision outgrows borrowed lines. We architect beyond the grid, Build what they said never lived. No more renting our own flame, No more playing safe for fame. I see creators linking arms, No extraction in their palms. Ownership in every breath, Legacy outliving death. They said the system’s too complex, But every giant has a neck. Pre-Chorus Hear the rumble through the street? That’s the future on its feet. Not waiting for a seat, Just building something concrete. Chorus Skylines bend when the prophets speak, From basement floors to the mountain peak. We don’t wait for gates to open, We code the doors and leave them broken. No throne can cage this energy, No brand can fake this synergy. Future loud, no apology, This is the skyline prophecy. Bridge Raise the drones, raise the light, Raise the vision in plain sight. Raise the kids who don’t conform, They’re the calm inside the storm. No more sidelines, no more maybe, We the architects, we the navy. Breakdown Glass trembling, steel humming, New era fully coming. Choir rising in the street, Bass like a heartbeat. Final Chorus Skylines bend when the prophets speak, From underground to the industry peak. We don’t knock, we redesign, We redraw every line. No more limits mythology, No more small mentality. Future written bold and free, This is the skyline prophecy. Outro City lit but we shine brighter, Tomorrow built by the outsider.
