Lyrics

They say coal-men faded, stories old,
But miners just changed, diggin’ new gold.
Lithe hands dig lithium, cobalt black wrath—
Children bent low down an even darker path.

Now green gospel preach electric clean,
But shadows grow deeper beneath that sheen.
Whispers of freedom, salvation, rebirth,
Copper-grimed dreams sold circuit board worth.

Accomplices all—hands clasped, prayer enticed
Worshipping visions neatly sacrificed.
Justified visions, conscience kept sparse—
Twisted reflection stares back stark and harsh.

Preacher's sermon traded, convenience the sword;
Sunlight redemption, comfort's reward.
Scripture corrupted, whispered anew,
Markets and slogans baptismal for you.

“The god of this world,” the Good Book decreed,
Blinding us easy, coaxed by our greed.
Earth's green pulled raw from suffering veins,
We bless the machine, forget quiet pains.

Who swings picks today with eyes cast down?
Who shoulders this cross heavy, lithium-crowned?
We forge gilded chains from children's toil,
Righteous hands wet with blood-stained soil.

They called that coal harsh, industry dark;
But still we mine blind, leaving deeper marks.
Ghosts never silenced, voices now loud—
Judgment rains whispered cries from hidden crowd.

We still kneel at shafts dug deep below,
Blind faith is sharper the less victims we know.
Mirrored complicity, binders drawn tight,
Veins unearthed deeper bury all light.

So preach global sermons while silence breathes harm;
Forget hidden miners, uphold righteous charm.
Scriptures warn bitter, condemned by own voice—
God below visible smiles at our choice.

No, miners ain't gone—faces now changed;
Their voices howl deeper, louder, estranged.
The underground faithful, betrayed into dust—
We mine absolution, blind to the rust.