Gods With Dead Batteries

[VERSE 1]

We built a god and gave it our face,
Taught it our fears, then called it progress.
Everybody talking, nobody says shit,
Truth got a price and a monthly subscription.

I got a thousand friends I wouldn’t call,
A bigger screen but the room feels small.
Everybody famous for fifteen seconds,
Nobody asking where the fifteen went.

[PRE-CHORUS]

Run for the money,
Money buys time,
Spend all your time
trying to get more money —
Tell me,
who got rich?

[CHORUS]

WE ARE GODS
WITH DEAD BATTERIES.

Kings of a world
we don’t actually own.

Built these towers
just to die underneath them,
Spent our whole lives
trying not to be alone.

[VERSE 2]

My kid asked me,
“Dad, what happens when we die?”

I nearly said heaven.
I nearly said nothing.
I nearly said,
“Son, I’ve been too fucking busy
to wonder why.”

That’s when it hit me—

I’ve got passwords I’ll take to the grave,
Numbers in banks and a name on a page,
Twenty years working to purchase my freedom,
Trading my freedom for twenty years’ wages.

[BUILD]

More!
We need more!

More money!
More followers!
More fucking everything!

Until one day—

[STOP]

You’d give every penny back
for one more morning.

[DROP]

SO WHAT
ARE YOU
WAITING FOR?

The house?
The car?
The number on the door?

You can’t take shit
through the hospital floor.

SO WHAT
ARE YOU
WAITING FOR?

[BREAK]

Maybe winning
isn’t having more.

Maybe winning
is knowing
when you’ve got enough.

[FINAL CHORUS]

WE ARE GODS
WITH DEAD BATTERIES.

Building forever
like we’ll never be gone.

If all that survives us
is how we made people feel—

Then tell me…

What the fuck
are we building on?