[Intro] [A stuttering, bit-crushed bass pulse. The audio clips intentionally, mimicking a corrupted file. A robotic voice counts down: 0-0-1-0] [Verse 1] My nervous system’s on a wire Copper nerves and liquid fire [Glitch: Fi-fi-fire] The sky is textured like a screen A flickering of grey and green I’m downloading the way you feel To check if any of it’s real Buffer soul, latency heart Watch the resolution fall apart [Pre-Chorus] [Bassline shifts into a jagged, syncopated rhythm. High-pitched synths sound like emergency sirens in the distance] Access denied Nowhere to hide The mainframe is bleeding The ghost is receding [Chorus] Synthetic dreams in a chrome-plated skull The signal is sharp but the senses are dull [Cyber-vocal: System Overload] C Minor echoes in the silicon deep While the rest of the city is falling to sleep Glitch in the rhythm, skip in the breath We’re dancing on the edge of a digital death Zero one, zero one, feel the decay The motherboard is melting away [Verse 2] [Heavy saturation on vocals. Percussion includes sounds of metal clanging and hydraulic hisses] Synthetic skin, a perfect graft I’m drowning in the hover-craft [Glitch: Drown-drown-ing] Your encryption is too hard to crack There is no road to lead us back Just a trail of broken code On a dead-end virtual road [Pre-Chorus] [The arrangement thickens with more glitchy percussion and distorted textures] Access denied Nowhere to hide The mainframe is bleeding The ghost is receding [Chorus] Synthetic dreams in a chrome-plated skull The signal is sharp but the senses are dull [Cyber-vocal: System Overload] C Minor echoes in the silicon deep While the rest of the city is falling to sleep Glitch in the rhythm, skip in the breath We’re dancing on the edge of a digital death Zero one, zero one, feel the decay The motherboard is melting away [Bridge] [The beat drops out into a cold, cavernous reverb. Vocals are cold, dry, and robotic] Manual override... Searching for a pulse in the debris... [Glitch: Pulse-pulse-pulse] I am a sequence I am a loop A ghost trapped in a titanium hoop [The drums slam back in with maximum distortion and industrial clangs] CRASH THE SERVER FLUSH THE CORE I DON’T FEEL HUMAN ANYMORE I DON’T FEEL HUMAN ANYMORE [Outro] [The tempo appears to drag and slow down. The high arpeggio starts to "de-tune" and warp] System failure... [Static hiss] Disconnecting... [The final note is a harsh, digital beep that sustains until it clips into silence]
