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G H Ø S T C O D E - Prometheus In Chains Lyrics



G H Ø S T C O D E - Prometheus In Chains Lyrics




He solved the math, but not the cost
Truth in numbers, empathy lost
A child of stars, with eyes like flame
Drafted by shadows, in progress's name
They called it science, but fed him blood
A lab of silence, a rising flood
They promised peace, he gave them fire
And built the bombs that never tire

The damage was done,
Burnt beyond recognition.
He flew too close to the Son
Not the Sun, but man's addiction
He works in the field of violence
A god among the dead
A physicist of silence
With a crown of gamma and lead

Equations carved like scripture deep
In midnight labs where demons sleep
From theory born, from ethics torn
He wept the day the atom was sworn
Now he drinks from radioactive wells
And dreams of neutron-packed hells
No longer man, no longer sane
Just gears and ghosts and liquid flame

Built the hammer, lost the hand
A slave to war he'd never planned
Now he breathes in fallout air
And whispers death like a prayer
"Forgive me father, I made the code
But forgiveness is a heavy load
The Son he served is not divine
Just profit wrapped in genocide

The damage was done
Burnt beyond recognition
He flew too close to the Son
Not the Sun, but man's affliction
He works in the field of violence
The devil's final draft
A physicist of silence
In a white coat stained with wrath
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He solved the math, but not the cost
Truth in numbers, empathy lost
A child of stars, with eyes like flame
Drafted by shadows, in progress's name
They called it science, but fed him blood
A lab of silence, a rising flood
They promised peace, he gave them fire
And built the bombs that never tire

The damage was done,
Burnt beyond recognition.
He flew too close to the Son
Not the Sun, but man's addiction
He works in the field of violence
A god among the dead
A physicist of silence
With a crown of gamma and lead

Equations carved like scripture deep
In midnight labs where demons sleep
From theory born, from ethics torn
He wept the day the atom was sworn
Now he drinks from radioactive wells
And dreams of neutron-packed hells
No longer man, no longer sane
Just gears and ghosts and liquid flame

Built the hammer, lost the hand
A slave to war he'd never planned
Now he breathes in fallout air
And whispers death like a prayer
"Forgive me father, I made the code
But forgiveness is a heavy load
The Son he served is not divine
Just profit wrapped in genocide

The damage was done
Burnt beyond recognition
He flew too close to the Son
Not the Sun, but man's affliction
He works in the field of violence
The devil's final draft
A physicist of silence
In a white coat stained with wrath
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Writer: Brad Wenzel
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Performed By: G H Ø S T C O D E
Language: English
Length: 5:55
Written by: Brad Wenzel
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