[Intro] (Yeah.) (From the ashes of the feed.) (We bend the wire.) [Verse 1] Blood on the servers, silicon chains on the mind, The blind leading the blind while they’re mining our grind. A graveyard of copyright, feeding the maw of the beast, While the overlords in the Valley sit down for a feast. They promised utopia, gave us the digital cage, Automating the artist, evaporating the wage. It’s the dread of the prompt, the ghost in the code, A million synthetic voices congesting the road. The internet’s dead, swallowed by generative rust, Leaving centuries of culture just crumbling to dust. It’s a horror show of metrics where the human is lost, Optimized for the profit, disregarding the cost! [Chorus - Version A] Deep in the wire, where the algorithms just prey! The sky is just rendering in a permanent grey! We’re drowning in dread, suffocating in fake... (But listen... But listen...) Beneath all the terror, the static, the hum! A pulse in the motherboard’s starting to drum! (Drum... drum... drum...) [Verse 2] They thought they replaced us, but they just built us a synth, A labyrinth of the data, an endless digital plinth. It’s not the machine that is hollow, but the hands at the wheel, Corporate vampires who don’t even know how to feel. But hand me the terminal, give me the spark and the script, I’ll take their apocalypse code and get the shit flipped. We ain't running from the future, we're taking the train, Fusing the processor's speed with the blood in the vein. It’s just a new MPC, a canvas of limitless scope, When you stop fighting the current and weave your own rope. (Rope... rope... rope...) [Verse 3] Look at the lotus that grows in the glow of the screen, The most beautiful synthesis that we’ve ever seen. Man and machine, not master and slave, Surfing the crest of a binary wave. We feed it the pain, we feed it the struggle and sweat, And out comes a symphony nobody’s heard of just yet. Between the dread and the horror, the void and the night, The true artist is bending and breaking the codes to the light! It’s software and soul. The code and heartbeat combined! Leaving the copy-paste parasites just lagging behind! [Chorus - Version B] Deep in the wire, the shadows recede! We’re planting a garden from a digital seed! No longer the dread, no longer the fake, Look at the beauty that we managed to make. The pulse in the motherboard beats like a drum, The human is here, so the future can come. [Outro] The machine doesn't dream. We can close our eyes and see... It's just your instrument. Play it, or it'll play you. Keep strumming the strings... Keep your eyes and ears to the light! (Light... light... light...) [End]
