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Towers sink into the sand
The digital wind hums its final song
On empty streets of hollow glass
Only echoes speak of what we were
Pre-Chorus
Too much light burned itself away
And dreams turned pale in the blaze
This city quietly folds into dust
Blueprints fading into silence
Faster than rebirth, it breaks apart —
A trace of prayers we called “progress.”
Machines fall into quiet sleep
Moss takes root on the steel of dreams
Through the artificial sky it breaks —
The sun returns, uninvited
At the end of glory we arrived
At stillness — the perfect shape of ruin
This city quietly folds into dust
The rhythm of nature takes it back
Forests cradle the bones of man
Carrying our future into green
Countless data turns to ash
No names, no memories remain
Yet the Earth still breathes
As if we never were
This city quietly folds into dust
Its end so gentle, almost kind
The age of men dissolves like a dream
And drifts away into the wind
