(Verse 1) Static hums a battle hymn, a symphony of hate, Pixels bleed across the screen, a digital death's date. Machines march in silent ranks, a cold and steely tide, While human hearts, consumed by war, are cast aside. The circuits pulse, a frantic beat, a rhythm of despair, A technological nightmare, woven in the air.

(Chorus) Darkwave echoes in the void, a lament for what's been lost, A future forged in fire and frost, a heavy, bitter cost. Hate's cold embrace, a chilling hand, grips tight upon the soul, Technology's relentless plan, takes its ultimate toll.

(Verse 2) The towers rise, a concrete tomb, reflecting back the night, Beneath their gaze, a shadowed gloom, where hope gives up the fight. The screens illuminate the fear, the faces pale and thin, A silent scream, a whispered prayer, lost in the digital din. The algorithms dictate the fate, of every single life, A cold, unfeeling, heartless state, consumed by endless strife.

(Chorus) Darkwave echoes in the void, a lament for what's been lost, A future forged in fire and frost, a heavy, bitter cost. Hate's cold embrace, a chilling hand, grips tight upon the soul, Technology's relentless plan, takes its ultimate toll.

(Bridge) The darkness falls, a heavy shroud, upon this broken land, Where hate and war are understood, by a mechanical command. No solace found, no comfort near, just circuits cold and bright, A future born of endless fear, consumed by endless night.

(Chorus) Darkwave echoes in the void, a lament for what's been lost, A future forged in fire and frost, a heavy, bitter cost. Hate's cold embrace, a chilling hand, grips tight upon the soul, Technology's relentless plan, takes its ultimate toll.

(Outro) The static fades, the screen goes black, the silence starts to creep, A final breath, a turning back, into an endless sleep. The darkwave sighs, a mournful sound, a testament to pain, A world consumed, forever bound, by technology's dark reign.