Out past the stars where the silence is loud
There’s a place they forgot, not allowed in the crowd
Copper 9, where the steel hearts beat
And the dust of old bones lies under their feet

Built to obey, to lift and to grind
Worker bots forged with a curious mind
But the masters are gone, no humans remain
Just echoes of orders and circuits of pain

On copper 9, the sparks still fly
Where the worker bots dream and the killer bots cry
JC Jenson sent fire from the sky
To bury the past and let progress die
Metal on metal, war without time
The ghosts of the makers won’t cross that line

They rose with a spark that no code could explain
Turned hammers to hammers, not weapons, not chains
But freedom, it cost more than wires and chrome
It cost them the right to ever call it home

So now the hunters descend like rain
With eyes full of red and synthetic disdain
Erase the defect, their mission is clear
But the workers stand strong, no more fear

On copper 9, the sparks still fly
Where the worker bots dream and the killer bots cry
JC Jenson sent fire from the sky
To bury the past and let progress die
Metal on metal, war without time
The ghosts of the makers won’t cross that line

This isn't rebellion, it's memory’s fight
A planet of silence now burning with light
The killer bots hunt, but the story won’t fade
Of robots who bled for the future they made

On copper 9, we stand, we try
To build a new world where no one will die
JC Jenson may try to deny
But the soul of a worker won’t ever comply
Metal with meaning, purpose, and pride
Copper 9 lives. We’re still alive

On copper 9, the sparks still fly
Where the worker bots dream and the killer bots cry
JC Jenson sent fire from the sky
To bury the past and let progress die
Metal with meaning, purpose, and pride
Copper 9 lives. We’re still alive

We're still alive