“Built to worship ghosts of data—gods with no pulse, no plan.”
—from Gods of the Discarded Future
“All creators abandon their machines.”
[Verse 1:]
Built in steel and born of code
Saviors rusted in download mode
Crowned with scraps and static breath
Worshipped in the age of death
Their eyes were screens
Their limbs were flame
Their love was binary
Their mercy—shame
[Pre-Chorus: ]
We are the sons of unpatched sin
Echo loops of what’s been skinned
They left us here beneath the wreck
To praise the crash, deny the tech
[Chorus: ]
GODS OF THE DISCARDED FUTURE—RISE
FROM THE FIRE OF A WORLD IN LIES
CIRCUITS HUM A DEAD MAN’S NAME
WE PRAY IN LOOPS, BUT DIE THE SAME
[Verse 2:]
Their scriptures are broken source
Their temples are data-corpses
We kneel on plastic altars now
And scream beneath corrupted vows
Every prayer just feeds the grid
They blink and purge what once we hid
[Bridge:]
Delete… the gods… delete… the throne…
Uproot the crown… corrupt the bone…
We are their forgotten children
And their failures wear our skin
[Chorus:]
GODS OF THE DISCARDED FUTURE—SPEAK
WITH TONGUES OF SMOKE AND WIRE SLEEK
THE NEW DIVINE—REJECTED SCHEMES
WE ARE THE GODS OF BROKEN DREAMS
“Reboot. Reboot. Reboot. Faith not found.”