Our Broken Spirit
FRAGMENTED · Shadows and Ash: Afterburn · Out now
A generation looking back at what it inherited and what it threw away. Virtue rusting in the corners, chivalry drawing its last breath, children raised in the wind with no compass. A question to all of us: what legacy are we carving for the ones who come next?
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Credits
Artist: Fragmented
Album: Shadows and Ash: Afterburn
Album release: 3 July 2026
Label: Fragmented Music
Lyrics
We are the echoes that shaped you,
The fractured glass you learned to see through.
We are the echoes that shaped you,
The reflections you believed were true.
As the clock turns forward, something ancient slips away—
A thinning thread we used to hold
Now frays between our trembling hands.
Courtesy dissolves into the fever of the self,
And all the virtues we inherited
Lie rusting in the corners we ignore.
Were we blind to how desire
Crept inside our ribs
And rewrote what the heart once honored?
Is it all gone?
Is there nothing left?
Is it all gone—
Did chivalry draw its final breath?
When we tear at one another
And spill our rage into the streets,
What legacy is carved
For the ones who rise beneath our feet?
We are the echoes that shaped you,
The fractured glass you learned to see through—
We are the ghosts who built this truth in you.
Where are the steady hands,
The quiet souls who once stood guard?
Their footsteps fade like lanterns dimmed
Along a path we stopped defending.
We raise our children in the wind
With no compass but indulgence—
And wonder why the storms they carry
Grow wild enough to swallow us.
Is it all gone?
Is there nothing left?
Is it all gone—
Did chivalry draw its final breath?
When we tear at one another
And spill our rage into the streets,
What legacy is carved
For the ones who rise beneath our feet?
We are the echoes that shaped you,
The fractured glass you learned to see through—
We are the ghosts who built this truth in you.
Wake up from this spiraling dream—
We're sinking deeper into noise,
The pillars crack beneath the weight
Of everything we've chosen not to face.
Rise above the ruin we've rehearsed,
Search the wreckage for a spark—
A pulse, a vow, a whisper of resolve.
Let the lost flame tremble back to life
And teach us how to mend
The spine of who we were.
When we tear at one another
And spill our rage into the streets,
What legacy is carved
For the ones who rise beneath our feet?
We are the echoes that shaped you (Is it all gone?)
The fractured glass you learned to see through (Is there nothing left?)
We are the ghosts who built this truth in you (Is it all gone?)
The ghosts of a world where chivalry lived. (Chivalry is dead.)
Is it all gone?
Is there nothing left?
Is it all gone…
Chivalry is dead
