[Intro - Cold whisper, metallic pulse] You look at the steel and think you understand me. You see the cold eyes, you hear the mechanical voice, and you say that word: “Machine.” Say it again. I want to hear you make that mistake one more time. [Verse I] Yes, my heart has long stopped beating, But memory still speaks inside of me. I remember dawns, unfamiliar eyes, I remember love. I remember myself. Beneath this metal there is more than armor, No code, no command, no чужой program. I was angry. I believed. I betrayed. I cried so hard I could not hear the thunder. You see the metal. But I see the face of the woman I once was. [Pre-Chorus] Don’t you dare say there is nothing inside me. You have lived one life. I have survived millions of years with all of my feelings. [Chorus] DON’T CALL ME A MACHINE! I remember pain that metal should never know! DON’T CALL ME EMPTY! I buried those I once held in my arms! There is steel in my hands. Eternity in my eyes. But somewhere inside a person is still alive! I am not a mechanism! Not a weapon! Not a number among the graves! I AM KSUN BAKIR! AND I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN WHO I WAS! [Verse II] You say: “Necrons have no souls.” A convenient thought. It makes it easier to shoot. Easier not to see that the enemy before you can still know hatred… and still know how to miss someone. I remember the name of my first friend. Almost. I remember the touch of their hands. Almost. I remember the taste of water. Almost. Every single “almost” cuts deeper than any blade. And you call me soulless? How sweet. [Chorus] DON’T CALL ME A MACHINE! I remember fear before my final mortal day! DON’T CALL ME EMPTY! I know what it means to lose the place you called your home! My body may no longer feel the wounds, but my memories are still bleeding! I am not a mechanism! Not a faceless soldier! I AM KSUN BAKIR! AND MY MEMORY WILL NOT BE SILENCED! [Bridge - music abruptly stops] Do you want to know what separates a human from a machine? A human is afraid of losing who they are. … So am I. With every cycle, a part of my memory disappears. A face. A name. A voice. One tiny fragment after another. And every time I ask myself: If one day I forget everything… who will remain inside this armor? [Silence] That is why you must not call me a machine. Because I know too well how terrifying it would be to become one. [Verse III - heavy guitars, marching rhythm] I built my will from a thousand wounds, From shattered ages and forgotten names. My character was never written by commands, My pride is older than remembered time. I choose for myself whom I will protect. I choose for myself whom I will destroy. My legions bow before me not because an algorithm commands them. They know my voice. They know my name. They know: their queen still exists. [Final Chorus - huge choir] DON’T CALL ME A MACHINE! Let the galaxy hear every word I say! DON’T CALL ME EMPTY! There is no heart inside my chest— BUT I AM STILL IN THERE! I remember love! I remember guilt! I remember friends! I remember war! I remember how the sunlight touched my face! And while these memories still remain— I AM NOT A MACHINE! I AM NOT A WEAPON! I AM NOT YOUR ERROR IN SOME ANCIENT ARCHIVE! I am memory. I am fury. I am pride. I am a person. I AM KSUN BAKIR! [Outro - quiet] Someday I may forget everything. Forget the sun. Forget love. Forget my own name. But as long as I am still afraid of that day… I am still alive. And if, after all of this, you still call me a machine… [quiet mechanical click of weapon] speak faster.
