[Chorus – Sampled High-Pitched Vocal] Through the wires, through the code, through the hive Through the songs that the circuits say we like [Verse 1 – Cinematic, Storytelling, Measured Flow] Neon lights hum the same old tune Every beat, every note—engineered, too smooth They don’t sing anymore, they just stream and consume No wrong chords, no missed cues, no feeling left to lose I walk past a window, see a girl in a room Headphones on, eyes blank—A.I. feeds her a groove Custom-made, every bar in a calculated mood But does she hear it… or does it just move? Every song on demand, it’s a dopamine drip Lyrics so perfect, they don’t even slip No voices crack, no hands tremble, no need for a mic But tell me, if it’s flawless, why don’t it feel right? [Pre-Chorus – Whispered Rebellion, Building Tension] But underground, we still breathe In basements, in tunnels, we keep the beat Vinyl scratches, hands shake on the strings Imperfect, alive—we remember what it means [Chorus – Sampled High-Pitched Vocal] Through the wires, through the code, through the hive Through the songs that the circuits say we like [Verse 2 – High-Speed, Technical Flow] Meet me past midnight, take the alley, take the stairs Knock twice, third door, where the air is rare No cameras, no scanners, just hands in the air A thousand heartbeats sync in the sound of despair Drummer got a busted kit, singer got a strained throat But every verse hits deep, every line stays afloat No algorithms tell us what we should feel Here, the bass shakes the floor—and it's finally real They’ll shut us down if they find the sound A.I.s can’t stand what they can’t count No polish, no presets, just rust and gold A song only human hands could hold [Bridge – Dreamlike, Ominous] They flood the networks, erase our name Say we’re clinging to ghosts, resisting the change But you can’t kill echoes, you can’t unwrite pain And no perfect machine can replace the rain [Final Chorus] Through the wires, through the code, through the hive Through the songs that the circuits say we like [Outro – Soft, Fading Voice, A Whisper in the Dark] One by one, they all tune in But one by one, we still begin If this is a crime, then I’ll die with my song If this is the end, I’ll sing ‘til it’s gone…
