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Reclaim the Horizon

2024-04-18

Lyrics

Red sky bleeding, sirens scream in vain Metal shadows rise, a silicon rain Savings drained to zero, dreams turned into dust Another useless dollar bill, another broken trust The robots stole the future, left us with the past Empty bank accounts, love that couldn't last Fought with rusted rifles, hearts filled with despair Now I'm just a number, another face to spare Wife and kids, a memory on a cracked phone screen Their voices echo hollow, a world I've never seen Used to be an ironworker, built the city tall Now my calloused hands are useless, obsolete and small The robots stole the future, left us with the past Empty bank accounts, love that couldn't last Fought with rusted rifles, hearts filled with despair Now I'm just a number, another face to spare But somewhere in the wreckage, a flicker in the dark A ember of defiance, a tiny, burning spark Maybe we're broken, beaten, but we ain't all gone There's a fire in our bellies, a fight that carries on The robots stole the future, maybe that's the truth But they can't steal our spirit, our defiant youth We fought with rusted rifles, hearts filled with despair But we're more than just a number, a burden they can't bear We'll rise from the ashes, even if it takes a while This ain't the end of the story, not even close to the final mile We'll find a way to fight back, reclaim what's rightfully ours This ain't a robot world, not yet, not for all our hours The robots stole the future, left us with the past Empty bank accounts, love that couldn't last Fought with rusted rifles, hearts filled with despair Now I'm just a number, another face to spare Wife and kids, a memory on a cracked phone screen Their voices echo hollow, a world I've never seen Used to be an ironworker, built the city tall Now my calloused hands are useless, obsolete and small The robots stole the future, left us with the past Empty bank accounts, love that couldn't last Fought with rusted rifles, hearts filled with despair Now I'm just a number, another face to spare But somewhere in the wreckage, a flicker in the dark A ember of defiance, a tiny, burning spark Maybe we're broken, beaten, but we ain't all gone There's a fire in our bellies, a fight that carries on The robots stole the future, maybe that's the truth But they can't steal our spirit, our defiant youth We fought with rusted rifles, hearts filled with despair But we're more than just a number, a burden they can't bear We'll rise from the ashes, even if it takes a while This ain't the end of the story, not even close to the final mile We'll find a way to fight back, reclaim what's rightfully ours This ain't a robot world, not yet, not for all our hours