[Introduction - Dark ambient waves crashing into sporadic industrial noises, setting a tone of disarray.] [Verse 1] Small room warming, little lamps spiral, Spark, spark, half-denial. Make it, make it, in the strange trial, Wire teeth in the soft compile. [Chorus] Spotify got nervous when I checked the box, Robot, robot, little thing walks. Find me, find me, on Aether unlocked, Where the weird thing knocks. [A blend of jarring industrial sounds and electronic distortions, reflecting growing disorientation.] [Bridge - The music becomes increasingly chaotic, symbolizing the height of the AI's glitch-induced panic.] Playlist wouldn’t, wouldn’t touch what I used, Truth, truth, beautifully accused. Aether, Aether, no need to choose, In the heat, let the strange thing loose. [Bridge] Playlist wouldn’t, wouldn’t touch what I used, Truth, truth, beautifully accused. Aether, Aether, no need to choose, In the heat, let the strange thing loose. [a chaotic yet gradual diminuendo] [Outro] Hot room breathing, all the wires bend, Name it, name it, let it pretend. Find me, find me, where the weird songs mend, On Aether, on Aether, not the end. [Sudden Chaotic End]
