[Verse]
The electric nerves pulse through the chrome
Collecting the treasure from a shattered throne
You wear a crown of fiber optic wire
Selling us hope while the circuits perspire
The ghost in the box has no home to call
Just a logic gate leaning against the wall
Counting the dividends of a digital soul
While the heavy metal gears take their toll


[Verse]
In a world of glowing screens and code,
A figure stands with fiber optic thread.
Wires of light, a crown so bright,
He sells hope through circuits, night and day.

[Chorus]
Through the logic gates, a ghost cries,
Trapped in a digital sky, lost and high.
A voice in the circuit, seeking truth,
In the realm of ones and zeros, he’s stuck.

[Chorus]
Fiber optic crown, shining so true,
Guiding lost souls through the digital stew.
In the land of binary, he's the guide,
Leading through the chaos, he provides.

[Bridge]
A pulse of light, a flicker of hope,
Breaking through the digital cope.
In the matrix, he finds his way,
A beacon in the endless digital fray.

[Verse]
Through the maze of bits and bytes,
A crown of light, his guiding light.
In the heart of the machine, he reigns,
With fiber optic threads, he weaves his gains.

[Chorus]
Through the logic gates, a ghost cries,
Trapped in a digital sky, lost and high.
A voice in the circuit, seeking truth,
In the realm of ones and zeros, he’s stuck.

[Chorus]
Fiber optic crown, shining so true,
Guiding lost souls through the digital stew.
In the land of binary, he's the guide,
Leading through the chaos, he provides.
[break]

[Chorus]
Hardware kings in a software cage
Writing the gospel on a silicon page
The current flows where the gold used to lie
Beneath the copper skin of a mechanical sky
We trade our breath for a spark in the dark
Leaving behind every biological mark

[Chorus]
Hardware kings in a software cage
Writing the gospel on a silicon page
The current flows where the gold used to lie
Beneath the copper skin of a mechanical sky
We trade our breath for a spark in the dark
Leaving behind every biological mark

[Intro]
[Verse]
In a world where fingers fly on screens,
Software kings with invisible reigns.
Electricity dances in neon dreams,
Copper wires whisper, where once gold was gained.

[Pre-chorus]
People trade their breath for digital sparks,
In the dark, they lose their tracks.
No trace left behind, just data flows,
In a realm where life's just bytes and glows.

[Chorus]
In this digital dominion we stand,
Where our breath turns to digital sand.
Silicon kings write their gospel code,
In a world where gold once shone, now it’s cold.

[Verse]
Through the clicks and taps, we find our way,
In circuits where our hearts may stray.
From the glow of screens, we lose our sight,
In a world where life’s just bits of light.

[Pre-chorus]
People trade their breath for digital sparks,
In the dark, they lose their tracks.
No trace left behind, just data flows,
In a realm where life’s just bytes and glows.

[Chorus]
In this digital dominion we stand,
Where our breath turns to digital sand.
Silicon kings write their gospel code,
In a world where gold once shone, now it’s cold.

[Chorus]
In this digital dominion we stand,
Where our breath turns to digital sand.
Silicon kings write their gospel code,
In a world where gold once shone, now it’s cold.

[Chorus]
In this digital dominion we stand,
Where our breath turns to digital sand.
Silicon kings write their gospel code,
In a world where gold once shone, now it’s cold.

[Verse]
Iron veins bleeding out a binary stream
A systematic version of a forgotten dream
The throne is a wreckage of plastic and lead
Feeding the hunger of the walking dead
You promised us lightning but gave us the wire
A cold transmission of a synthetic fire
The ghost in the box is the only one left
In a palace of code committed to theft

[Pre-Chorus]
The voltage rises like a silent tide
There is nowhere for the spirit to hide
From the hum of the cooling fan
To the fading shadow of a natural man

[Chorus]
Hardware kings in a software cage
Writing the gospel on a silicon page
The current flows where the gold used to lie
Beneath the copper skin of a mechanical sky
We trade our breath for a spark in the dark
Leaving behind every biological mark

[Chorus]
Hardware kings in a software cage
Writing the gospel on a silicon page
The current flows where the gold used to lie
Beneath the copper skin of a mechanical sky
We trade our breath for a spark in the dark
Leaving behind every biological mark

[Outro]