Our Last Digital Transmission

We bury God in a digital tomb Count our worth in empty rooms All that's kept will corrode in time The devices you hold will rewrite the crime No prophecy speaks of this decay The collapse is quiet, it's a slow sway Your hands build altars with a microphone But every offering cuts to the bone Your treasures turn to plastic dust Reliance fades into electric lust We are the remnants, we are the code The last transmission before we implode When you know the cost and still obey The silence becomes a massive debt to pay Dreams shatter when your icons fall And nothing saves you after all We spin the wheels of endless returns Graves lined with gold that no one earned Self is the shrine where offerings flow Devotion masked in a fake show The noise feeds hunger; the screens distort Truth dissolves as a last resort Your treasures turn to plastic dust Reliance fades into electric lust We are the remnants, we are the code The last transmission before we implode When you know the cost and still obey The silence becomes a massive debt to pay Dreams shatter when your icons fall And nothing saves you after all Your hands are clean but the memories remain Every idle choice leaves invisible stains A sin not named, but carved in the bone! A silence that builds its own gravestone!! When you know the cost and still obey The silence becomes a massive debt to pay Dreams shatter when your icons fall And nothing saves you after all When you know the cost and still obey The silence becomes a massive debt to pay Dreams shatter when your icons fall And nothing saves you after all