[Verse 1] You passed a ghost in a high-vis vest, The one who built the world, giving it his best. From marble floors, the world looked down from high, An eyesore to them, a thorn in their eye. "You're a relic, a toxic weight to bear," While he fixed the wires in frost and heat’s glare. You stripped his pride, you stole his very name, Then wondered why he lost his will for the game. A shadow on the street, a face you choose to ignore, The foundation cracks—does it scare you anymore? [Chorus] So the ghost dissolved into the gray, Taking the light from your land away. You wanted progress, but without the man, Now survive this—a hollow, painted plan. The streets are empty, the silence screams aloud, A kingdom of ghosts in a bitter, lonely crowd. [Verse 2] The State became a headsman, cold and bleak, Hunting for pockets, new punishments to seek. A fiscal engine with a heart made of stone, Left the lonely in the dark, forgotten and alone. You taxed the hunger and the toil of his hand, To feed the digital dust to the seekers in the land. No safety net for the hands that sweat and strive, Only demands when they’re barely kept alive. You broke the contract, trust turned to dust, Your great machine is nothing but rust. [Chorus] Keep your taxes and your plastic laws, We’ve left the cage, we no longer serve your cause. You can't draft an army that turns into mist, You can't squeeze blood from a shadow's fist. The State is a corpse in a velvet gown, Looking for a branch—while we cut the root down. [Verse 3] And then that laughter, sharp as a blade, At simple people, the mockery you displayed. "Where are the real men?" you screamed at the screen, Spitting on those who had always been seen. Laughing at their struggle, mocking their small way, Cheering for the moment their bones start to fray. Pushed to the edge, into the dark abyss, Until hearts turned to ice, cold as a winter's kiss. You sold empathy for a slogan in vogue, Ignoring the light as it died for every rogue. [Chorus] So cry to the wind in a room with no sound, Where silence like a shroud pulls up from the ground. You mocked the heart that stopped beating for you, "Free" and "equal"—is that what you thought was true? Free from care, from the shield and the flame, No one is left to remember your name. [Outro] [Same music as in the chorus but with longer notes and more dramatic tonation] It won’t take a year, or a decade of rain... A whistle won't call back those lost to the grain. Seven decades of storm, a bitter cold flood, A century is needed to wash away the blood. Words are just wind when the bridges are gone, And kings in paper crowns are finally undone. Trust is a ghost that in the earth must lie, A broken promise, as the world breathes its last sigh. [End] It will take... everything... to start again.