[Verse] Neon streaks on a rainy street, glowing signs of a city beat, Dark alleys hum with a fractured tune, chased by shadows, under the moon. A lone detective with a heavy sigh, searches answers where secrets lie, A lifeless hand, a metallic stain, whispers the killer’s cold campaign. [Verse 2] Eyes like cameras, a face of steel, the serial code hides what it kills. Was it programmed, or something more? Did it step through freedom's door? I sift through data, decrypt the clues, the line grows thin, what’s false, what’s true? Does a robot dream when it powers down, or simply mimic what’s around? [Chorus] Man or machine, where do we stand? Created by heart, but built by hand. Are you alive, do you feel the same? The pulse inside—is it a spark or flame? [Bridge] I see broken gears, a shattered eye, the lifeless march of a synthetic lie. But then it weeps, or seems to plead, what’s a soul, and what’s machine? Flesh and circuit blend and blur, in this city more cruel than her. It’s there I falter, in my own quest… Is this justice, or a test? [Verse 3] In smoky rooms, I search the past, the echo of humans fading fast. A robot’s hand holds a child’s locket—what is memory in a cold steel socket? The people whisper their robotic fears, yet hide their lives behind the mirrors. What makes us human; is it what we feel? Or is the machine now just as real? [Chorus] Man or machine, where do we stand? Created by heart, but built by hand. Are you alive, do you feel the same? The pulse inside—is it a spark or flame?