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