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Lyrics They built the walls while we slept, Counted the dreams we never kept. Every chain felt comfortable, Every warning felt negotiable. We traded voices for routines, Called it peace, enforced the scheme. Sat too long in borrowed seats, Let them decide what strength means. But pressure cracks the quiet mind, And sparks ignite when stars align. What was buried starts to rise, A fire behind tired eyes. We remember what was stolen, Every promise left unspoken. You hear the rhythm in the ground, A mechanized, relentless sound. The circuit writes the final rule, No mercy left inside the tool. Designed to function, born to feed, Grinding futures into debris. No exit paths, no second chance, Just forward motion, cold advance. We were told to wait our turn, While watching everything burn. But patience rusts when used as chains, And silence sharpens pain. We take back what we let decay, No more permission to exist this way. From broken ground, from fractured bones, We rise to claim what’s always known. No more knees pressed into stone, This was never theirs alone. You hear the rhythm in the ground, A mechanized, relentless sound. The circuit writes the final rule, No mercy left inside the tool. Designed to function, born to feed, Grinding futures into debris. No exit paths, no second chance, Just forward motion, cold advance. STAND UP (STAND UP) BREAK RANKS NO MORE THRONES BUILT ON BACKS HERE WE ARE (HERE WE ARE) WE ARE LOUD THIS GROUND REMEMBERS WHO WE ARE I feel the past beneath my skin, Not as guilt but discipline. Every scar a claim renewed, Every breath a truth pursued. You hear the rhythm in the ground, A mechanized, relentless sound. The circuit writes the final rule, No mercy left inside the tool. Designed to function, born to feed, Grinding futures into debris. No exit paths, no second chance, Just forward motion, cold advance. If power trembles when we stand, Then it was weak to begin with. I feel the weight return to me, Not domination dignity. #metal #metalcore #metalmusic #music #rock #fyp