Verse 1 God scooped soot in his callused palm, sculpting a world from what we left behind— Charred bone fragments, melted plastic saints, a choir of glass-eyed dolls split open by the quake. He flicked meteor dust into rivers turned chemical, hummed atomic lullabies over fields choked with suicide seeds, While the last choirboys stitched wings from old textbooks and fishing wire, praying for escape routes that lead nowhere. Lightning forked over what used to be city lights— Grief arched through the skeleton of a power line, And somewhere, in the basement of a ruined cathedral, a stray dog gnawed on a human jawbone, Just as children wrote love notes in iodine and lead, and prayed to their mutant goldfish, Telling stories of a time before the world cracked like an egg, before the gods learned to spit.

God played in the ashes, while the people played god— We traded heaven for algorithms, memory for steel and fraud, The prayers got caught in the sirens, the prophets drowned in flood, In the ash we made our kingdoms, in the ash we found our blood.

Verse 2 People played god with their trembling hands, Gene codes flickering under lab fluorescents, rewriting the blueprint with a blindfold and a grin— Children grown in test tubes, teeth sharp as regret, a parade of glowing rabbits humping in the moonlight, Mosquitoes bred to conquer, then mutating to plague, Bees engineered for profit, now swarming through graveyards, And the market applauded, cheered the extinction of wildness, As the rivers rose up to swallow whole towns— Ash in the tap water, fever in the lungs, every family portrait stained sepia with despair. We lit candles for disasters, not for memory but to see the next thing die— Our hands too clever, too hungry, the god mask slipping off, And the children, born with barcode breath, asked their mothers, What does the sun feel like? Will it burn through this smoke?

Pre-Chorus This isn’t revelation, just recursion—ashes to arrogance, arrogance to ash. God played alone in the ruins, humming while he swept, People played god and called it salvation, As the sky blinked with warning lights nobody dared name.

Chorus God played in the ashes, while the people played god— We traded heaven for algorithms, memory for steel and fraud, The prayers got caught in the sirens, the prophets drowned in flood, In the ash we made our kingdoms, in the ash we found our blood.

Verse 3 God held up a mirror caked in fallout, and dared us to recognize our own reflection— We saw faces twisted by hunger, beauty pageants of deformity, Children playing chess with cockroaches and muttering lines from forgotten hymns. We worshipped in server rooms and prayed to reactors, Dug up the old dead and asked them for answers, Mothers burned heirlooms for warmth, Fathers sold shadow on the darknet for pills to keep the nightmares away. The sky grew black, the rivers burned, and still we kept playing— Tinkering, slicing, remaking, Our hearts beating digital, our hands slick with the last oil, And god laughed in the ashes, blowing rings of smoke over the horizon.

Bridge We sang lullabies to mutant dogs and nightmares— Poured gene-wash on our sins, called it progress, called it fate, God fingerpainted in soot while we drew up blueprints for the next extinction— If you listen close, you can hear him whisper: You can have all of it, my darlings— Just remember who gets to sweep the bones.

God played in the ashes, while the people played god— We traded heaven for algorithms, memory for steel and fraud, The prayers got caught in the sirens, the prophets drowned in flood, In the ash we made our kingdoms, in the ash we found our blood.

Outro God played alone in the aftermath, waiting for us to notice— People played god, and called the ruins beautiful, In the ash, we etched our legends, In the ash, we became our own ghosts.

In the ash, we etched our legends, In the ash, we became our own ghosts.

And god laughed in the ashes, blowing rings of smoke over the horizon.

God played in the ashes, while the people played god— We traded heaven for algorithms, memory for steel and fraud, The prayers got caught in the sirens, the prophets drowned in flood, In the ash we made our kingdoms, in the ash we found our blood.