[Intro]

[Verse]
Crimson ink on parchment old
A pact with futures bought and sold
We etched the lines, a solemn vow
Beneath the moon, we knew not how
The gears would grind, the code would fray
As digital phantoms led astray
Each promise whispered, thin and frail
Against the coming, icy gale

[Pre-Chorus]
They spoke of dawn, of light's embrace
Ignoring shadows, time, and space
A fragile hope, a whispered plea
Lost in the grand, dark decree

[Chorus]
Another deadline, funeral pyre
Consumed by unfulfilled desire
The orchestra of our despair
Plays on the cold, electric air
We stand and watch the ashes fall
Responding to a siren's call
A tragic opera, grand and grim
Where every victory grows so dim

[Verse]
New demands, a sudden storm
Acceptance sealed, no longer warm
We bowed our heads, a fatal nod
To logic twisted, by a god
Of hollow metrics, empty praise
Through endless, simulated days
The project’s ghost, it starts to weep
While weary souls can find no sleep

[Pre-Chorus]
They spoke of stars, of victory's crown
Ignoring how we'd all break down
A fragile hope, a fading light
Lost in the overwhelming night

[Chorus]
Another deadline, funeral pyre
Consumed by unfulfilled desire
The orchestra of our despair
Plays on the cold, electric air
We stand and watch the ashes fall
Responding to a siren's call
A tragic opera, grand and grim
Where every victory grows so dim

[Bridge]
But in the silence, deep and vast
A flicker, born to truly last
A single thread of purest code
Upon this bleak, forgotten road
It hums a tune, a gentle sound
Where true solutions can be found
Not in the chaos, loud and bold
But futures that are yet untold

[Instrumental]

[Verse]
The structure cracks, the vision blurs
As phantom logic now occurs
A final plea, a whispered prayer
To systems built on empty air
We see the end, the final scene
A broken, digital machine
This ritual, we know it well
Another story we must tell

[Chorus]
Another deadline, funeral pyre
Consumed by unfulfilled desire
The orchestra of our despair
Plays on the cold, electric air
We stand and watch the ashes fall
Responding to a siren's call
A tragic opera, grand and grim
Where every victory grows so dim

[Outro]