“A Soldier, Not a Science Project” — Heidegger’s P

[Verse I — Pride] [(snare drums, brass blasts)] I built armies from nothing Turned recruits into steel Taught them discipline, honor — What a battlefield should feel Ranks aligned in formation Orders sharp as a blade Victory earned through command Not experiments made! And then you arrived — Silver-haired miracle boy… GYA HA HA! [Pre-Chorus] [(low brass rumble)] A general forged in laboratories Outshining soldiers born to fight. [Chorus — Resentment] [(full marching power)] Sephiroth! Shinra’s shining weapon Proof the old ways were replaced While my armies stood forgotten By a monster Hojo raised You won wars I trained men for With strength no soldier earns And every medal on your chest Was another lesson learned: Science beats discipline. [Verse II — Observation] [(rhythm heavier, darker)] But legends fall eventually I watched the reports unfold Hero turned catastrophe A perfect weapon uncontrolled That’s what happens when you skip The things that make men strong — Loyalty, fear, obedience… When science goes wrong! Yet now you walk back quietly No banners, no command Helping civilians rebuild walls With your own damn hands… What kind of victory is that? [Pre-Chorus II] [(music tightens)] You abandoned power willingly. A soldier does not understand. [Chorus — Conflicted Respect] [(less triumphant, more forceful)] Sephiroth! You shame my certainty Refusing throne or rank A weapon choosing purpose Instead of glory Shinra banked You fight without an army Without medals to defend And I cannot decide If that makes you fool… or greater than men [Bridge — Private Truth] [(music lowers, reflective brass)] I gave everything to order. Every year. Every war. And still they chose Hojo’s creations Over soldiers like before. Perhaps the world changed… And I did not. [Bridge II — Strategic Thought] [(drums slow)] Deepground holds your brother. I know its walls. Its guns. Helping you would be treason. …Ignoring you may be defeat. [Final Chorus — Reluctant Acknowledgment] [(massive orchestral swell)] Sephiroth! Not hero, not experiment But something unforeseen A warrior who walked away From what he might have been If strength means choosing mercy Instead of conquering land — Then perhaps the future battlefield No longer needs my command [Outro] [(drums fade, distant laugh softer)] Gya… ha… …ha. War has changed.