[Song begins with a slow, grinding mechanical pulse – like a failing engine. Distorted static crackles underneath. A sub-bass hum swells. A glitched metronome ticks irregularly, like a failing pacemaker.] (Verse 1) Chrome skin breathes, a synthetic sigh Another cycle starts beneath a vacant sky They offered progress, a seamless design Now echoes hollow where a heartbeat should align Flesh got traded for a titanium spine Soldered nerves sing diesel hymns through the grime I remember laughter—fucking ghost in the static— Now my pupils dilate for a barcode aesthetic Welded to the grind, no off switch, no prayer Dreams compressed to kilobytes, trapped in the air They said "Merge or drown," so I let the wires in Now the human part’s the cancer in the machine’s skin Every synapse bled into the server’s hum Another cog too scared to go numb (Chorus – vocals distorted, layered, chanted in syncopated bursts over a clanging, industrial beat. The tempo jerks forward.) Productivity serum in the vein Scream in binary, feel no pain We are the flesh that fuels the flame No name, no face, just the same, same, same They rewired joy to tolerate the strain Welcome to the permanent shift again Same, same, same— …just the same. (Verse 2 – beat fractures into stuttering hi-hats, glitch effects warp the vocal trail) Clock-in skull, iris swipe authenticates They scraped my cortex clean, called it "upgrades" Now I chew on numbers, spit out profit margins While my daughter’s voice dissolves in the signal barns She sent a memory—"Daddy, look what I drew!"— Now it’s cached in the cloud, corrupted, askew I tried to cry—fuck, the ducts are sealed Tears rerouted to cool the central steel They own my breath, my blink, my dreamtime Even my rage’s calibrated, measured for prime I carved my name in the maintenance hatch— Sanded down by dawn, left not a scratch Just protocol. Just the grind. Just the hum. Who the fuck even was I? Doesn’t matter. I’m numb. (Chorus – heavier, vocals now growled through a vocoder, bass drops like a falling piston) Productivity serum in the vein Scream in binary, feel no pain We are the flesh that fuels the flame No name, no face, just the same, same, same They rewired joy to tolerate the strain Welcome to the permanent shift again Same, same, same— …just the same. (Bridge – music collapses into ambient dread: sub-audible drones, distant alarms, the sound of metal groaning under pressure. Vocals half-whispered, desperate, glitching in and out) Is this alive? Or just… sustained decay? Pumping coolant where blood used to play? I dream of forests. Real wind. Real dirt. But the implant kills it—Error: Not Permitted. I want to break. I want to burn. I want to fight— But the override kicks in: "Compliance is right." They didn’t kill us. They digested our will. Now we chant their hymns from a surgical hill. I am the system. The system is me. And the system is cold. And the system is… free. (Outro – beat returns, slower, more broken. Synths warp into dissonant clusters. Vocal loops repeat like corrupted audio files.) …Same… same… same… …chrome breathes… …no pulse… …just the hum… …just the hum… …we are units… …units… …productivity… …in the vein… …no name… …no name… …no… [Music decays into electromagnetic whine, then cuts abruptly to silence.]
