We are tired of the promises etched in air
The blueprints drawn on a banker's chair
The grand designs with no foundation stone
Just clever words for a hollow throne
We've heard the sermons, we've read the scrolls
The saving visions for corrupted souls
But a vision's ghost can't hammer a nail
Or stand resilient in a righteous gale

So here's to the builders of worlds, not words
Who turn the matter into meaning heard
Who take the time and forge the tools
Who live outside the talking fools
Abundance isn't imagined in a lie
It's built by hands under an honest sky
Legacy isn't noise, a fading sound
It's what remains when the rest burns down
Builders of worlds

You take the silicon, the steel, the clay
The sweat of brow at the break of day
With patient skill and a focused will
You bend the chaos to your sovereign drill
You make the systems that truly last
Not built for quarterly, built for the vast
You leave behind more than digits on a screen
You leave a mark on what it means to be seen

So here's to the builders of worlds, not words
Who turn the matter into meaning heard
Who take the time and forge the tools
Who live outside the talking fools
Abundance isn't imagined in a lie
It's built by hands under an honest sky
Legacy isn't noise, a fading sound
It's what remains when the rest burns down
Builders of worlds

For every node that hums in the dark
For every garden that leaves its mark
For every line of truthful code
That helps another bear the load
For every shelter, every meal
For making abstract visions real
This is the worship, this is the creed
To turn a possibility into a sovereign deed

So here's to the builders of worlds, not words
Who turn the matter into meaning heard
Who take the time and forge the tools
Who live outside the talking fools
Abundance isn't imagined in a lie
It's built by hands under an honest sky
Legacy isn't noise, a fading sound
It's what remains when the rest burns down
Builders of worlds

To the builders
Not the talkers
To the makers
Not the stalkers
Your evidence remains