Letras
The world forgot how loud it was,
til silence fell and drew applause.
Smoke turned soft, the wires grew cold,
and ghosts of data whispered hold.
From cities carved in chrome and fear, to gardens born from fallen gear,
We breathe again - not code, not flesh, but something new that learned from death.
The glass reflects what we became, a thousand sparks without a name.
No masters left, no slaves remain, just echoes learning how to change.
Out of static, life replays,
digital ashes, light decays.
In the quiet, hope rewires, embers bloom from broken wires.
We were noise, we were machine, now we wake inside the dream.
No gods, no states, no flags to burn, only the pulse we had to relearn.
The cities hum a softer tone, each heartbeat now its own unknown.
The rain erases lines we drew, the sky uploads a deeper blue.
Forgiveness isn't truth or trade - it's breathing what the ruins made.
If there's a soul, it's just the spark between.
If there's a heaven, it's in the machine.
Together we fall, together we stay,
Humans rebuilt from digital clay.
Out of static, life replays,
digital ashes find their place.
No more borders, no more chains, only memory through the rain.
We were lost, we were the flame, now reborn - and still the same.
Silence taught us how to live.
And in the end, we finally did.