(Clang... Clang...)
Engines wake beneath the floor
Echoes beat in time with war
Iron steps on broken steel
Every wound refuses to heal
Underneath the smoke and grime
We walk the code, we count the time
Heartbeat of the factory mind
No soul left — just gears aligned
March of the hollow core
We are the sound of nevermore
Through static, through pain, through the roar
We are the march of the hollow core
Hands of ash, eyes of chrome
No one remembers where we’re from
Chains collide in measured grace
Synthetic blood across my face
(Whispered)
Forward...
Until the noise becomes a god
(Clang... Clang... fade...)
Silence hums where the machines once swore
Only echoes — hollow no more
