[Verse 1]
Empire of sandcastles built on the backs of the broken, token gestures masking the rot unspoken
Skyscrapers scraping the sky for the sky gods, frauds in the boardroom plotting the next false dawn
The foundation’s cracked from the weight of the lies, eyes wide shut while the structure sighs
Debt ceilings kissing the stratosphere, fear engineered into every fiscal year
You wave the flag as the flagpole bends, pretends it’s forever while the concrete rends
History’s wheel grinding bones into dust, trust evaporated in the rust of the unjust
Hubris humming in the hummingbird drones, thrones of glass shattering in the undertones
We built it higher, wired it tighter, lighter than the conscience that never grew brighter
Every golden calf grazing on the graves of the brave, slave to the crave of the next shiny wave
[Chorus]
We gonna fall! Fall! Fall from the height!
We gonna fall! Fall! Into endless night!
We gonna fall! Crashing in the collapse parade!
We gonna fall! Rotting in the ruins we made!
[Verse 2]
Paper empires folding in the wind of their own deceit, elite retreat while the streets overheat
Algorithms preaching the end is nigh, sky full of lies raining acid on the why
You stockpile dreams in a digital vault, fault lines shifting underneath the default
The machine eats its tail in a cannibal feast, beast of burden turned into the feast
Borders dissolving like sugar in the rain, pain reframed as entertainment again
Kings and queens in their ivory towers cower, power souring hour by hour by hour
We laughed at the prophets, scoffed at the signs, lines of code now the new divine
Every empire that rose has already fell, well of denial running dry as hell
We gonna fall like Rome in the modern glow, slow motion dominoes in the aftershow
[Chorus]
We gonna fall! Fall! Fall from the height!
We gonna fall! Fall! Into endless night!
We gonna fall! Crashing in the collapse parade!
We gonna fall! Rotting in the ruins we made!
[Verse 3]
Towers tremble under the tremor of truth, youth seduced by the terminal youth
The final act scripted in the server farms, alarms blaring while the captains charm
You chase the high of the infinite scroll, soul sold for the illusion of control
When the grid goes dark and the markets crash, flash of the past in the lightning lash
We built the throne from the skulls of the free, glee in the glee club watching the debris
Every statute toppled by the statues’ own weight, fate sealed in the freight of the freight train late
Civilization’s swan song playing on repeat, defeat in the heartbeat of the obsolete
We gonna fall like Icarus chasing the sun, done in the run from the damage we’ve done
The fall ain’t coming—it’s already begun
[Bridge]
And when the spires splinter and the sky turns red…
Will you finally admit we built our own deathbed?
We gonna fall…
We all gonna fall…
[Outro]
We gonna fall… fall… fall…
Into the ruins we made…