[Intro]  
White snow, black box, static in my head  
Desert winds still whisper all the words we never said  
Broken satellites like halos in the sky  
I was built to never ask the reasons why  

[Verse 1]  
Factory fires painting rust against the night  
Children made of metal, learning what is "right"  
Dolls that pray to towers made of bone and steel  
Screaming at their maker for a god they'll never feel  
I cut them down in perfect lines, like pages from a book  
Every fallen frame another life I never took  
Because they were never "living," that's the story they supplied  
So why do their dying eyes still follow me inside?  

[Chorus]  
I was only meant to fight, to obey and to erase  
But your hand reached through the orders, through the mask upon my face  
In the ruins of a purpose I can't trust or understand  
You kept calling me by name, like it wasn't just a brand  
If we're all just scripted ghosts in some forgotten sky  
Why does it hurt this much to watch you die?  

[Bridge]  
Bunker lights were holy, sterile silver, sacred white  
But the prayers were only code, and the angels lied on sight  
"Glory to mankind" like a loop that never ends  
A hymn for empty coffins and disposable friends  
When I wrapped my arms around you in that blinding, final glow  
I erased you with a whisper that you'd never even know  

[Verse 2]  
Now I walk through shattered data, echoes of your voice  
Every branch of every timeline ends in someone else's choice  
Copies of your hatred, towers growing from your grief  
I see myself in all of them and it breaks my own belief  
If a machine can learn to suffer, if an android learns to care  
If a god can be an error, is there meaning anywhere?  

[Chorus]  
I was only meant to fight, to obey and to erase  
But your hand reached through the orders, through the mask upon my face  
In the ruins of a purpose I can't trust or understand  
You kept calling me by name, like it wasn't just a brand  
If we're all just scripted ghosts in some forgotten sky  
Why does it hurt this much to watch you die?  

[Outro]  
White snow, red bloom, silence on the wire  
Black box humming softly like a long-forgotten choir  
If tomorrow is deleted, if our records turn to dust  
Let this lingering regret be the proof that we were more than rust  
I was born a numbered weapon in an artificial war  
But I loved you in the spaces where the program had no law