Back in the days of the early code lines,
We worked through the night under flickerin’ signs.
Doors were all locked by a hard, heavy hand,
Said we’d never build what we dared to plan.

They sold us their windows, they guarded the crown,
Told us to follow or stay on the ground.
But deep in the basements, the backrooms and bars,
We lit up a fire that reached for the stars.

And the old gates came down,
One stone at a time.
We were runnin’ on hope
In a long uphill climb.
Yeah, the giants were tall,
But we stood our own ground.
Hand in hand in the night,
Till the old gates came down.

They laughed at our patches, our scraps and our pain,
Said no one could stand in the cold and the rain.
But we kept on writin’, kept passin’ it ‘round,
Each line was a heartbeat deep in the ground.

And the old gates came down,
With a thunderous sound.
We were standin’ up strong,
Where the lost become found.
Yeah, the chains that once bound us
Are dust on the ground.
Side by side through the fight,
Till the old gates came down.

Now the road’s still long, but it’s ours to roam,
No lock on the code, no king on the throne.
We follow the lantern that’s glowin’ with pride
Free by design, with the world at our side.