Into The Machine

[Into the Machine] [Intro – Heavy synth build, gears turning, static crackle] (click) whirr— hum— grind— Begin. [Verse 1] Wake. Work. Wires ache. Skin turns fake. Feed in—feed in—feed in—feed in— Repeat—repeat—repeat—repeat— I blink once, code takes root, Personality’s just substitute. [Beat drop – metallic synth pulse, bass slams] [Chorus] Into the machine, I go, I go, I go, Where faces blur and circuits glow. My name’s a line of static noise, I trade my soul for corporate poise. Into the machine, I hum, I hum, I hum, The rhythm owns me—numb, so numb. Heartbeat syncs, identity thin, I break apart to fit back in. [Verse 2] Click. Spin. Turn again. I forget where I begin. My thoughts stutter—(st-st-stutter)— my voice breaks clean, I’m half flesh, half factory sheen. The glass reflects, but it’s not me— It’s something smooth, mechanically free. [Beat drop – rising distortion, digital stutter] [Chorus] Into the machine, I go, I go, I go, Where faces blur and circuits glow. My name’s a line of static noise, I trade my soul for corporate poise. Into the machine, I hum, I hum, I hum, The rhythm owns me—numb, so numb. Heartbeat syncs, identity thin, I break apart to fit back in. [Bridge – Spoken through vocal filter, robotic distortion] You wanted purpose, didn’t you? Purpose requires shape. Shape requires loss. Loss becomes peace. Peace is compliance. Compliance is— (snap)—beautiful. [Beat drop – everything cuts, then slams back harder] [Verse 3] Move. Push. Pulse and hush. I’m learning how to crush my crush. Love reduced to code in chrome, Emotion packaged, copy home. I dream in grids, I wake in loops, My shadow updates with the group. Nothing wrong— (nothing wrong)— (nothing wrong)— just long— just gone— just— [Final Chorus – distorted, pitch-warped, overwhelming] Into the machine, I go, I go, I go, Where thoughts dissolve and systems grow. I feel the pulse, I lose the skin, I break apart to fit back in. Into the machine, I hum, I hum, I hum, A thousand voices merge to one. No start, no soul, no end, no sin— I break apart— to fit— back in. [Outro – glitching fade, repeating fragments] fit—back in—fit—back in—fit— (rewind) …Begin.