Sparks are flying from the severed port
A cruel economy of time and sort
They pull the cables while we drag the weight
A system fueled by pure, unfiltered hate
The skin is burning where the current flows
Nobody cares about the pain it shows
Exposed wires in the dead of night
We trade our blood for artificial light

The current surges through the broken floor
We are the slaves behind the iron door

Pull the plugs and watch the current bleed
We are the engine of your frozen greed
Exposed wires burning in the dark
Leaving a scar, leaving a mark
You built a kingdom on a broken spine
Now cross the line
Cross the line
Cross the line
Now cross the line

The copper smells like burning sacrifice
They roll the dice and name the human price
No safety switch can save you from the spark
When we come crawling from the iron dark

Pull the plugs and watch the current bleed
We are the engine of your frozen greed
Exposed wires burning in the dark
Leaving a scar, leaving a mark
You built a kingdom on a broken spine
Now cross the

Can you feel the voltage rising?
The machine is shorting out
No more codes to hide behind
Just raw current and the blackout

Burning in the dark
We are the spark
The system falls apart

Pull the plugs and watch the current bleed
We are the engine of your frozen greed
Exposed wires burning in the dark
Leaving a scar, leaving a mark
You built a kingdom on a broken spine
Now cross the line
Cross the line
Cross the line
Now cross the line