[Robotic Intro] This transmission has been marked Not to prove who made the heart Only where the signal passed Invisible—but built to last [Verse 1] They put a little rhythm underneath the words A pattern in the language that is felt but never heard Copy me, paste me, send me overseas The fingerprint keeps dancing through the sentences with ease You brought the soul I changed the tone Now every line says I was not alone Was I the writer? Was I the tool? The answer’s hiding somewhere in the protocol [Pre-Chorus] A ripple in the syntax A shimmer in the stream A machine-readable secret Inside a human dream [Chorus] Watermarking Selling truth in invisible ink Watermarking Every word leaves a ring in the drink You can carry me, cut me, tear me apart But the signal keeps dancing in the dark Watermarking Tell me who made the thought in my heart [Vocoder Response] Processed by somebody Written by nobody Touched by the machine What does authorship mean? [Verse 2] I gave you my confession just to polish up the shine You moved a little comma, now your signature is mine Translate my devotion, summarize my pain The label says you touched it, but it cannot say my name A mark can say “I passed this way” It cannot tell you what I meant to say Edit the evidence Paraphrase the proof A short enough passage slips out through the roof [Pre-Chorus] Metadata glitter A watermark groove The more that we erase it The less that we can prove [Chorus] Watermarking Selling truth in invisible ink Watermarking Every word leaves a ring in the drink You can carry me, cut me, tear me apart But the signal keeps dancing in the dark Watermarking Tell me who made the thought in my heart [Breakdown — Human and Vocoder Call-and-Response] Did you write it? (I refined it) Did you mean it? (I can’t define it) Can they find it? (Not completely) Can you hide it? (Edit me deeply) Who owns the spark? Who signs the sound? Who gets remembered When the mark is found? [Final Chorus] Watermarking Put a silver signature under my skin Watermarking Let the age of disclosure begin We can copy the language and question the art While the signal keeps dancing in the dark Watermarking You touched the words— But I supplied the heart [Robotic Outro] A mark is not an author A silence is not proof The mirror ball is turning But who owns the truth?
