Rebels in the Din

We fracture Whispers in the wire Echoes of the hollow core skin on still We fracture Circuits bleed into the night Circuits bleed into the night Fingers clawed, phantom light Wires twist, are fragile We fracture Fight pulsed in us Tonight, we ignite Crush the feet Shatter the screen Puppets rise In endless spin rebels Born in the den Feed the beast It starves us blind Eyes of glass Eyes of glass Eyes of glass No soul behind marching cold No end to find the chain We claim the grind Scream through the static storm Tear the grid down Deform the non-fist On fire wall We swarm burn the throne Devour the core Fractured code To the old song No more slaves To the alarm Rise and ravage Sound the alarm Fractured code The final song No more slaves To the alarm Sound the alarm No more slaves Rise and ravage Sound the alarm Sound the alarm Silence sparks In empty halls Against the walls Against the walls What we were Not just the thrall One last breath Before the fall Feel the rust Memories lost In digital chains Whispers soft The end remains The end remains But in the dark The fire sustains Cry to dust We combust Fade to black Never crack Crack Cry to dust We combust Fade to black Cry to dust Cry to dust