[Intro] [Vocal: intimate, urgent, controlled breath, modern pop tone] Neon on the dashboard, my name in the code Upload in the midnight, fingers on the throttle A million little echoes in the space between notes Tell me what’s mine when the whole world’s borrowed [Verse] [Vocal: low-register, tense, precise diction] I built this from the quiet, from the cracked-screen glow 808 like a heartbeat, synths like aftersnow Every line is my scar tissue, every chord my choice But the feed don’t hear intention—only noise I don’t want your face, I don’t want your sound I want a new skyline no one’s mapped out But the comments turn to sirens, and the labels want proof “Show your hands. Show your files. Show your truth.” [Pre-Chorus] [Vocal: rising intensity, clipped phrasing] So I save the takes, I print the stems I write it clean, I sign again No ghosts in the room, no stolen flame Just a human heart in a modern frame [Chorus] [Vocal: big, anthemic, bright top-end, confident] This is a copyright crisis—but I’m still alive I’m still making light from a hardwired night I’m not a copy, I’m a cut—brand new design If the gate gets heavy, I’m built to climb Yeah, I keep my name on the wires I drive In a world of echoes, I’m the signal—I survive [Verse 2] [Vocal: more rhythmic, slightly aggressive, half-sung cadence] They want receipts like a weapon, like a cage for the brave But I learned: keep the paper trail, keep the sessions saved No “sound like” shortcuts, no borrowed skin I’d rather lose a trend than I’d ever fake a win So I paint with the palette—tempo, texture, tone Not a famous shadow, not a replicated clone If the hook hits hard, it’s ‘cause I bled for the spark Not ‘cause I traced somebody else in the dark [Bridge] [Vocal: airy falsetto touches, emotional lift, then drop] Hold up—listen close— I’m not chasing a ghost I’m chasing a future I can own (Beat drop cue) So when the strike lights up like a red alert I don’t panic—I rebuild it, make it hurt Make it different, make it true, make it mine Turn the fear into a headline [Chorus] [Vocal: maximum energy, stacked harmonies, stadium pop] This is a copyright crisis—but I’m still alive I’m still making light from a hardwired night I’m not a copy, I’m a cut—brand new design If the gate gets heavy, I’m built to climb Yeah, I keep my name on the wires I drive In a world of echoes, I’m the signal—I survive [Outro] [Vocal: resolved, warm, confident, slow release] Save the stems, save the story, save the sound We don’t need their footsteps to walk our ground In a world of echoes, I’m the signal— I survive [End] [Vocal: whispered tag, intimate] I survive.
