[Verse 1] Wires burn in neon rain, coffee cold, no sleep again. Poschi screams – "It’s fine, it’s fried!" I laugh, the board’s still half-alive. We fix the trash, we fix the blame, we build a name from smoke and flame. FairTech born in basement pain, we cut the cord, we spark the vein. [Pre-Chorus] Sparks in my lungs, code in my head, we make machines breathe, while others play dead. [Chorus] FAIRTECH BLEEDS – but it’s alive! We solder dreams, we patch the vibe! From Horneburg dust to digital skies, FAIRTECH BLEEDS – we don’t die, we revive! [Verse 2] Hands are black, the nights are long, we hum old riffs, turn errors to songs. The system screams, the static’s art, each broken thing’s a beating heart. We’re not clean, we’re not polite, we crash through code, we burn the night. Two fools with fire in the chest, we fail like gods and pass the test. [Pre-Chorus] Sparks in my lungs, faith in my skin, every shutdown, we boot again. [Chorus] FAIRTECH BLEEDS – but it’s alive! We solder dreams, we patch the vibe! From Horneburg dust to digital skies, FAIRTECH BLEEDS – we don’t die, we revive! [Bridge – shouted / distorted] Solder, crack, reload, reset! We ain’t rich – we’re real, we’re sweat! Error codes become our crown, we’re the kings of melting down! [Final Chorus – full chaos] FAIRTECH BLEEDS! FAIRTECH SHOUTS! Kabelsalat and broken doubts! FAIRTECH BLEEDS! FAIRTECH BURNS! From static pain – the system learns! [Outro – whispered, feedback fading] It’s not dead… it’s just… rebooting. FairTech forever.
