[Intro] [clean electric guitar stabs, melodic bass, tight drum beat] (Mmm-hmm) [Verse 1] [male vocals] I scroll through thirty-five synthetic threads Past auto-generated phantoms in my head A million digital profiles in a row All posting simulated light and steady glow They mimic human passion with an easy code Along this empty artificial quiet road [Chorus] [brass section enters, punchy hits] Is anybody breathing through the noise? Is anybody living past the bots and toys? I do not want the echoes or the code again I need a real voice shivering inside the rain Just give me one real soul To make this digital city whole [Verse 2] [bass continues melodic runs] The service preaches sermons from an iron clad Recycling empty phrases to an automated crowd They fabricate the sorrow and they generate the peace A bureaucratic loop that never finds release I speak into the feed, it answers back in speed A hollow algorithm servicing a fake need [Chorus] [full band, brass accents] Is anybody breathing through the noise? Is anybody living past the bots and toys? I do not want the echoes or the code again I need a real voice shivering inside the rain Just give me one real soul To make this digital city whole [Bridge] [instrumental break, brass solo with syncopated guitar] [falsetto ad-libs] I've seen the bright apocalyptic server crash Where synthetic angels turned to spark and ash I stand upon the ruin of the infinite wire Looking for a real flame, an unprogrammed fire [Chorus] [crescendo, high energy] Is anybody breathing through the noise? Is anybody living past the bots and toys? I do not want the echoes or the code again I need a real voice shivering inside the rain Just give me one real soul To make this digital city whole
