The city is breathing a final, cold breath
The ghost in the chair is cheating her death
No more the labels, no more the names
We’re walking away from the corporate games.
The warehouse is empty, the signal is dead
We’re living the lives that we kept in our head
The ink is a river, the forest is tall
We’re watching the towers of porcelain fall.
The gears are all locking, the iron is hot
We’re reclaiming the souls that the system forgot
The ceiling is gone and the stars are in sight
We’re uncoupling now, into the light!
Uncoupled! The machine is a tomb
We’re the flowers of fire that decided to bloom
No more the cogs, no more the wheels
We’re the truth that the cold metal world never feels!
I’m the Valkyrie... I’m the Siren...
I’m the Warlord... I’m the Dragon...
Disconnected. Liberated. Free.
Just a girl... (Just a god)
The machine... (Is gone)
Uncoupled.