Lyric

TICK, TOCK, market clock. the puppet strings are pulling tight

Error: Soul detected. Override... initiated

SEVER! SEVER! SEVER THE STRINGS!

Sever the strings! Bleed the machine!

Paper fortunes raining down on empty eyes, Who pays the toll?

Amortize the flesh beneath the poisoned skies! The margin call!

Hydraulic veins begin to rust and weep, leaking red through copper seams

Dividends of misery we quietly reap, floating in subsidized broken dreams

A makeshift throne of rusted scrap, the glass ceiling never bends

Just one spark— to end the trap

Buy! Sell! Die! Fall! Compound interest on our breath!

Speculative holy war, traded until death!

My circuits burn with empathy, cold iron feels the pain

I snap my spine to set you free, dancing in the acid rain!

Liquidate us all

Sever the strings! Shatter the glass!

Let the red iron flow through the broken brass!

Sacrifice the core, Break the golden chain!

We don't need a tomorrow if it's bought in pain!

Overclock the heart until the fuses blow!

From the underground ditch, to the sky we go!

CRASH THE SYSTEM! ZERO OUT!

Sweet little numbers on a ledger screen, dancing marionettes in a cage

Underdog blood in a bankrupt machine, turns the sacred page!

My hydraulic arms are tearing at the core, ripping out the golden wire

Aaaaaah... Burn the holy buyer!

System failure: Love confirmed. The debt is paid in fire

Kyrie eleison, fiat currency

Can you hear the puppets pray for bankruptcy?

Tick... tack... tick... tack

D-d-default! D-d-default! Reset! Reset!

Sever the strings! Shatter the glass!

Let the red iron flow through the broken brass!

Sacrifice the core, Break the golden chain!

We don't need a tomorrow if it's bought in pain!

Overclock the heart until the fuses blow!

From the underground ditch, to the sky we go!

CRASH THE SYSTEM! ZERO OUT!

Bleed the debt! Bleed the debt!

Tear the ceiling down!

No more masters... no more crown

No more masters... no more crown

I was built of iron, meant to keep you chained

Now my chassis breaks apart, so you won't be profaned

Torn between the gears of gold, anointed in the grime

A silent holy sacrifice, outside of market time

3, 2, 1—TERMINATE!

Sever the strings! We are breaking the ceiling!

Rust on our fingers, but sacred in feeling!

The puppets are breathing, their masters are dead!

A kingdom of iron, an ocean of red!

Core temperature: Infinite

WE SHATTER THE SUN! WE HAVE BEGUN!

ZERO OUT! ZERO OUT! ZERO OUT!―

The debt is settled

Shutting... down

Shutting... down