The fires burned out in the freezing rain
No flags left standing, no ghosts remain
We walked through the smoke of the broken gate
To find out we arrived too late

The sky is a ceiling of lead and gray
And there is nowhere left to run away
No machines to code, no towers to scale
Just the bitter wind and a rusted rail

The silence is heavier than the steel
This is what the ruins feel

Ashes on the asphalt, cold and deep
This is the harvest that we get to keep
No paradise found in the dead of the night
Just a dying world without any light
The empire is gone, the system is dead
Just walking through the graves we spread

The screen is black and the wires are torn
A barren earth where no hope is born
We stand in the dust of our own design
Crossing a final, forgotten line

Ashes on the asphalt, cold and deep
This is the harvest that we get to keep
No paradise found in the dead of the night
Just a dying world without any light
The empire is gone, the system is dead