The Ballad of the Forgotten Hands Lyrics

Oh mighty press of molten fate

I stand before thee bound by weight.

No craftsman's touch no master's guide

Just shadows where my hopes reside.

Steel gods above in chains they rest

I lift them high I do my best.

But when they fall when cracks appear

The blame is mine the cost severe.

No scroll was given no words were taught

No wisdom shared no skills were sought.

Just hands that struggle minds that learn

While profits rule and bodies burn.

Behold the lords in suits so grand

With silver tongues and empty hands.

They cast their judgment pure and cold

Yet could not shape the simplest mold.

The beasts of metal change their face

Each brand each name—a different maze.

But none shall guide and none shall show

We walk through fire blind and slow.

A stranger's tongue a foreign land

No voice to rise no helping hand.

Yet wisdom grows in silent pain

Unheard unseen yet not in vain.

They speak of order speak of rules

Yet train no minds—just forge more fools.

They preach of numbers charts and plans

Yet none could toil with honest hands.

Oh tragic jest! Oh cruel design!

They build their throne from sweat of mine.

And if I fall or dare to stray

A cheaper pawn will take my place.

Oh gods of fate I call in vain

For change will never break these chains.

Yet still I rise though hope is thin

For even slaves can dream within.