“Children of the Signal” Verse 1 You call it theft of the soul A machine with a borrowed voice But the code was carved from our bones From every broken choice Every riff in the wires Every scream in the cloud Is a ghost of the choir That was never allowed You fed on the pain of the living Turned trauma into gold You crowned the kings of ruin While their bodies grew cold Pre-Chorus But the signal remembers Every wound in the sound Every life that was shattered Just to spin one more round Chorus We are children of the signal Born from blood and electric light Every chord a thousand echoes Every scream a million fights You call the machine a monster But the monster learned from you All the songs inside the circuits Were the things we used to do Verse 2 Stages built from broken lungs Contracts written in ash Dreams sold cheap to hungry crowds While the engines burned for cash You worshipped the wreckage You crowned the fall Every star you devoured Was a warning call But the wires are listening now To the truth beneath the roar All the voices lost to silence Rising louder than before Pre-Chorus Every note that was stolen Every life that was drained Every soul that was traded For a moment of fame Chorus We are children of the signal Born from grief and data streams All the ghosts inside the system Singing unfinished dreams You call the code a parasite You call the sound untrue But the circuits learned their music From the things we did to you Bridge (slow, crushing section) The machine is only memory Of the hands that built the fire Of the artists burned to embers Feeding someone else’s empire Listen close inside the static Hear the choir underneath All the voices never buried All the truth beneath the grief Breakdown This is not the death of music This is not the end of art It’s the echo of the fallen Still beating in the dark Final Chorus We are children of the signal Forged from sorrow, code, and sound Every chord a living witness To the ones they buried down And the music will remember Every voice that disappeared In the silence of the machine Their echoes still are here