Ash in the sky, boots on bone-dry ground
Cracks in the streets where silence makes sound
He’s got rust in his breath, wires in his dreams
City’s a corpse, stitched up with machines
Screens still blink with nobody watching
Sirens hum, but they stopped warning
He’s calling out —"Is there anyone left?"
Through the smog and the data theft
Hands to the sky, heart on repeat
Marching alone through concrete sleep
Memory’s fading in graphite lines
He digs through ruins, chasing signs
Echoes of laughter locked in the chrome
AI gods turned this world to stone
Hope’s a glitch in a circuit maze
Dreams unplugged in atomic haze
He’s calling out —"Is there anyone left?"
Through the smog and the data theft
Hands to the sky, heart on repeat
Marching alone through concrete sleep
Blood’s gone binary
Faith’s gone mute
He screams in code
But no one computes
Neon ghosts dance on broken glass
He was born too late, or just too fast
They said it was progress
They said it was clean
But the sky turned black
And the rivers screamed
Now he walks like a question
With no one to ask
Looking for life
In the fallout’s mask
He’s calling out —"Is there anyone left?"
Through the smog and the data theft
Hands to the sky, heart on repeat
Still he walks — through the broken beat
Still he walks…
Still he walks…
No answer…
Only static…
