[INTRO: sparse fingerpicked acoustic guitar, hyper-real breathing, close-up dry spatial vocal, ghostly cloud-archived synth strings] [VOCALS: fragile, whispering, intimate, raw emotion] Mother, Father, The notifications came through The security drones cleared the block You'll sit in your immersion pod Drinking synthetic gin They were out of bounds... they had to be removed [VERSE 2: strings swell slightly, distant panning, delicate mechanical clicks] Mother, Father, The notifications came through The security drones cleared the block You'll sit in your immersion pod Drinking synthetic gin They were out of bounds... they had to be removed [BRIDGE: haunting acoustic chord change, high-register synthetic flute, melancholy atmosphere] Ever take a minute to feel a real connection In between the screen-time and the facial recognition? Ever tell your creations you're glad they can think? Ever say you loved them? Or was it just a ping? Ever wonder why your database looks so sad? It's such a drag to have to love a hardcoded mom and dad. [OUTRO: fade to room tone, distant low-frequency rumble of drones] Mother, Father, Our child was archived today Deleted by the firewall where she lay By the side of the anomaly she loved They purged her too.
