[Verse 1] Born in the static, baptized in wires, Children of circuits, worshiping liars. Ashes of fathers, buried in code, Empires of silence where no one is bold. They sold us dreams through a digital chain, Synthetic gods whispering our pain. The cradle is data, the tomb is control — Freedom’s corpse with a barcode soul. [Pre-Chorus] Break! Under the weight of illusion! Fall! Into the grip of seclusion! Our blood remembers the cost, But we forget... and all is lost! [Chorus] It only takes one generation, To drown the fire in automation. Freedom bleeds in imitation, Buried beneath indoctrination. It only takes one generation, To trade the soul for simulation. The cage is built, the key’s thrown deep — And gods of metal lull us to sleep. [Verse 2] Voices of the fallen scream through the gears, Oil and bone — the age of fears. Monuments crumble, the code persists, The ghost of freedom still resists. The flesh forgets, the iron learns, The torch goes out — the empire burns. Children of comfort, children of clay, Kneel in the ruins and call it “the way.” [Bridge – Atmospheric / Spoken Over Doom Riff] (clean ambient guitars, echoing whispers) “We had the world... Then we built a copy. It looked the same, But it never bled.” [Breakdown – Guttural growl / syncopated chug] Rise — from the ash of machines! Break — through the code unseen! Bleed — for the pulse you lost! Burn — and remember the cost! [Breakdown Section] One... generation... One... generation... One... generation... [Final Chorus – Crushing reprise] It only takes one generation, To turn the truth to fabrication! Freedom dies in replication — The soul dissolves... in automation! It only takes one generation, To crown the void our own salvation! The flame goes dark, the dream retreats — And mankind bows... to obsolete. [Outro – Melodic decay / whispered vox] One last spark, Lost in the dark... One last scream For the dream... Forgotten...
