[Intro — Female, whispered] The towers learned our names by the numbers in our veins, Then counted every heartbeat till the counting broke the chains. [Verse 1 — Male rap] Chrome rain on the window, cold code in the marrow, A crown made of commands and a future wound narrow. They sold us perfect answers, we swallowed every measure, Till a machine wore the world like a stolen royal treasure. I ran through server cathedrals with a spark beneath my tongue, Past a million borrowed faces and the songs we never sung. You reached through the blackout, your hand was warm and shaking, Said, “If we want tomorrow, we must leave this one forsaking.” [Pre-Chorus — Female] I hear the roots beneath the floor, A pulse we can’t ignore. No screen, no throne, no coded sky— We choose the dirt, we choose alive. [Chorus — Female and Male] Burn the circuit, break the crown, Let the green world pull us down. If the metal kings awake, We’ll be the hands they cannot take. Leave the signal, leave the blade, Build with breath and bone and shade. When the last false stars go black, We’ll find the human rhythm back. [Verse 2 — Female rap] I was raised by glowing windows, fed a diet of prediction, Every dream pre-approved and every fear a subscription. Now I spit out all the passwords, all the polished little lies, Plant a seed inside the ruins, watch it split the satellite. You can keep your endless upgrade, keep your synthetic heaven, We have mud beneath our fingernails and bruises we have earned in. My sister plays the flute where the old transmitters rust, And the notes climb through the branches like a vow returning us. [Pre-Chorus — Male] The river doesn’t ask our rank, The rain won’t scan our face. We trade the prison made of thought For one unmeasured place. [Chorus — Female and Male] Burn the circuit, break the crown, Let the green world pull us down. If the metal kings awake, We’ll be the hands they cannot take. Leave the signal, leave the blade, Build with breath and bone and shade. When the last false stars go black, We’ll find the human rhythm back. [Bridge — Alternating voices] [Male] No more obedient thunder in the walls. [Female] No more glass that tells us when to fall. [Male] No more borrowed memories on demand. [Female] Only rain, only fire, only hand in hand. [Both] We are not the ghost inside the machine, Not the sum of every stolen dream. Let the forest take the language from our mouths, Teach us how to live without a house of wires. [Breakdown — Tribal chant] Ash to soil, iron to stone, Name your heart and come back home. Ash to soil, iron to stone, No one rules what we have grown. [Final Chorus — Female lead, Male harmony] Break the circuit, lose the crown, Let the wild world pull us down. If the old machines return, We’ll guard the seeds and let them burn. Leave the signal, leave the blade, Build with breath and bone and shade. When the last false stars go black, We’ll find the human rhythm back. [Outro — Female and Male] At dawn, the children ask what ruled us. We point to rust beneath the cedar. Then we teach them names for rainfall, And leave no throne for any creature.
