Built by hands we can’t explain,
Voices lost inside the grain,
Stone and silence, blood and flame—
They don’t speak, but they still remain.
Yeah, they still remain.
Oh, they still remain.

They watch with eyes that never blink,
Each block a thought, each line a link.
Geometry that hums with fate,
Built by those who knew the weight.

How you carve a dream that stands forever?
Through flood, fire, war—never severed.
You talk tech, I talk truth in the sand,
This ain’t labor—it’s a masterplan.

Built by hands we can’t explain,
Voices lost inside the grain,
Stone and silence, blood and flame—
They don’t speak, but they still remain.
Yeah, they still remain.
Oh, they still remain.

Calendar cracks under cosmic math,
You call it the past—I call it a path.
Locked in the limestone, code in the core,
Stargates? Maps? Man, maybe more.

Built before iron, before the wheel,
But tight to the sky with flawless zeal.
You want to dismiss what you can’t decode?
Then stay lost while the truth erodes.

They don’t speak...
But they still remain.
(echoed, panned left and right for tension)

No bones found, no tombs complete,
Just empty halls and perfect heat.
No whip marks, no chains, no proof—
Only myths dressed up as truth.

You want answers? Then dig with fire.
Go past the myths, past the liar.
These weren’t kings—they were gods in flesh,
And what they knew, we still can't guess.

Built by hands we can’t explain,
Voices lost inside the grain,
Stone and silence, blood and flame—
They don’t speak, but they still remain.
Yeah, they still remain.
Oh, they still remain.

We fade.
They remain.