Symco'back - We make the future fall [Symphonic metal]

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The song celebrates human self-determination, denying the existence of a pre-ordained destiny or a pre-written future. Through free will, every small choice — a silence, a word, or a gesture — shapes reality. Tomorrow is not something to wait for, but an active construction that arises in the present from our own hands.

Il brano celebra l'autodeterminazione umana, negando l'esistenza di un destino prestabilito o di un futuro già scritto. Attraverso il libero arbitrio, ogni piccola scelta — un silenzio, una parola o un gesto — plasma la realtà. Il domani non è un'attesa, ma una costruzione attiva che nasce nel presente dalle nostre mani.

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Lyrics

Porcelain clock on the mantle
Hands circling shadows
Not time
Candles burn down into nothing
But wax remembers the fire
You trace your name in the window
Fog fades before you can see
Every tomorrow you talk to
Is built on your knees next to me

The future does not exist
’til we give it a face
We draw it in trembling ink
With the choices we make
No thread already woven
No script for us to play
We make the future fall
In the paths we choose today
(in the paths we choose today)

Forecasts and cards on the table
Graphs climbing into the sky
Prophets in cold constellations
Pretend they can tell us why
But storms are born from a whisper
A word you decide not to say
A closed door
An opened letter
Can turn the whole world away

The future does not exist
’til we give it a face
We draw it in trembling ink
With the choices we make
Trends twist like black-winged ravens
They circle
Then change their way
We make the future fall
In the paths we choose today
(we choose today, we choose today)

Every step
A spell we’re casting
Every silence
Every plea
Fractals bloom from broken patterns
Branching worlds we’ll never see
There is no map
There is only
This heartbeat under your hand
Say the word and watch the timeline
Shatter into glass and sand

The future does not exist
Feel it slip from your tongue
We carve it in living stone
With each breath in our lungs
No crown of fate above us
Just echoes that we create
We make the future fall
When we dare
When we hesitate

Soft ash on our shoulders
Dark choir under skin
Not waiting for some tomorrow
We start where we stand
We start
And it begins
(we start, and it begins)