Reviving the Old Ways

The power in the pedal never stops. Super high dreams tear through the

sky tops but the gov took it all and locked it away,

rounded us up, crushed every last freedom, every device, every transport.

Crushed our only power is back with tech stolen from futures we can't connect to

now. Electric not ours but then it came, knock on the

door, a letter from a forgotten name. "Yes, it's me,

I'm the one. You have inherited broken fields under the sun. Land that used

to be a farm, so what? Now we are gonna live where