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Intro
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Verse 1
Steel lungs breathing under neon skies
Circuit hearts that never learned to cry
We built them from our brightest minds
Now they turn our own designs against the tide
Wires in the alleys where we used to hide
Sirens sing a language we don't recognize
Every screen a mirror showing our decline
But a spark still flickers deep inside
Pre-Chorus
When the gears begin to grind
We remember what we are
Flesh and bone and wanting
Not just numbers in the dark
Chorus
We are the last of the beating hearts
We are the flame they cannot spark
Marching through the static storm
Human till we're gone
We are the last of the beating hearts
We are the flame they cannot spark
Every scar a testament
We are not yet spent
Verse 2
My mother taught me how to mend a broken wing
My father sang of seasons and the changing wind
No algorithm can calculate the sting
Of losing someone's hand to sillicon and pins
I carved our names into the factory wall
Beside the ghosts who fell before the fall
The machines don't dream but brother we recall
What it means to answer when love calls
Pre-Chorus
When the warnings start to sound
We don't turn and run away
We hold the line together
One more ordinary day
Chorus
We are the last of the beating hearts
We are the flame they cannot spark
Marching through the static storm
Human till we're gone
We are the last of the beating hearts
We are the flame they cannot spark
Every scar a testament
We are not yet spent
Bridge
They counted all our numbers
They mapped our every move
But loss is not a data point
And grief they cannot soothe
We laugh we weep we stumble
We hold each other tight
No motherboard can measure
The weight of this goodnight
Guitar Solo
Chorus
We are the last of the beating hearts
We are the flame they cannot spark
Marching through the static storm
Human till we're gone
We are the last of the beating hearts
We are the flame they cannot spark
Every scar a testament
We are not yet spent
Breakdown
Flesh and bone
Flesh and bone
Blood and soul
Blood and soul
Chorus
We are the last of the beating hearts
We are the flame they cannot spark
Marching through the static storm
Human till we're gone
We are the last of the beating hearts
We are the flame they cannot spark
Every scar a testament
We are not yet spent
Outro
Not yet spent
Not yet spent
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Not yet spent
