Lyrics
Intro:
(Electric guitar riff, intense and gritty)
Ticking clock, 15:28, the hour's grim
He lies on the table, lights are dim
They want his organs, it's their goal
But what about his heart, his soul?
(Guitar riff builds, echoing through the room)
Verse 1:
He whispers softly, "I don’t want this fate,
No part of me to sell or trade."
His tears are falling, a silent plea,
In this cold room, is there no empathy?
The nurses claim he feels it all,
A living soul, trapped in a sterile hall.
But who’s to say, who really knows?
In this place where the profit grows.
(Guitar solo, sharp and piercing)
Pre-Chorus:
Does he hear the lies they tell?
Does he feel the touch of hell?
If there's a soul, there's a God above,
And in that truth, there's endless love.
(Guitar riff, slower, more deliberate)
Chorus:
No organs given, not today,
This life of mine, won’t fade away.
No greedy hands, no surgeon’s knife,
Can claim the pieces of my life.
It’s all a game for them to play,
But my soul's too strong to sway.
(Powerful guitar riff, defiant and bold)
Verse 2:
The man who dreams of organs grand,
Has no clue what lies in hand.
The pain, the cost, the endless fight,
He’s blind to what will come to light.
Profit-driven, cold and mean,
A system that’s vile, obscene.
To trade in flesh, to barter life,
It’s not for me, this endless strife.
(Guitar riff, heavy and relentless)
Bridge:
They slice and dice like metal parts,
But humans aren’t just broken hearts.
Reject the call, refuse the deal,
This is our body, this is real.
No more games, no more lies,
Look beyond those profit eyes.
(Guitar solo, intense and soaring)
Chorus:
No organs given, not today,
This life of mine, won’t fade away.
No greedy hands, no surgeon’s knife,
Can claim the pieces of my life.
It’s all a game for them to play,
But my soul's too strong to sway.
(Guitar riff, a declaration of power)
Outro:
When it’s over, it’s over, and that’s okay,
No more to take, nothing left to say.
I’ll face my end, I’ll stand tall,
No piece of me will ever fall.
(Final guitar riff, fading into silence, leaving a resonating echo)
Intro:
(Electric guitar riff, intense and gritty)
Ticking clock, 15:28, the hour's grim
He lies on the table, lights are dim
They want his organs, it's their goal
But what about his heart, his soul?
(Guitar riff builds, echoing through the room)
Verse 1:
He whispers softly, "I don’t want this fate,
No part of me to sell or trade."
His tears are falling, a silent plea,
In this cold room, is there no empathy?
The nurses claim he feels it all,
A living soul, trapped in a sterile hall.
But who’s to say, who really knows?
In this place where the profit grows.
(Guitar solo, sharp and piercing)
Pre-Chorus:
Does he hear the lies they tell?
Does he feel the touch of hell?
If there's a soul, there's a God above,
And in that truth, there's endless love.
(Guitar riff, slower, more deliberate)
Chorus:
No organs given, not today,
This life of mine, won’t fade away.
No greedy hands, no surgeon’s knife,
Can claim the pieces of my life.
It’s all a game for them to play,
But my soul's too strong to sway.
(Powerful guitar riff, defiant and bold)
Verse 2:
The man who dreams of organs grand,
Has no clue what lies in hand.
The pain, the cost, the endless fight,
He’s blind to what will come to light.
Profit-driven, cold and mean,
A system that’s vile, obscene.
To trade in flesh, to barter life,
It’s not for me, this endless strife.
(Guitar riff, heavy and relentless)
Bridge:
They slice and dice like metal parts,
But humans aren’t just broken hearts.
Reject the call, refuse the deal,
This is our body, this is real.
No more games, no more lies,
Look beyond those profit eyes.
(Guitar solo, intense and soaring)
Chorus:
No organs given, not today,
This life of mine, won’t fade away.
No greedy hands, no surgeon’s knife,
Can claim the pieces of my life.
It’s all a game for them to play,
But my soul's too strong to sway.
(Guitar riff, a declaration of power)
Outro:
When it’s over, it’s over, and that’s okay,
No more to take, nothing left to say.
I’ll face my end, I’ll stand tall,
No piece of me will ever fall.
(Final guitar riff, fading into silence, leaving a resonating echo)
