[Intro – warm lo-fi pads, faint analog hiss, human reverb, no glitch yet] I remember taste— the salt, the sugar, the rain. Hands, laughter, music leaking from a cracked phone. Everything used to feel… alive. [Verse 1 – melodic, nostalgic tone; soft percussion, warm synth layers] Skin against skin, we talked until the morning dimmed. Wine on my tongue, the world still spun. Friends in the street, cheap food, loud beats, someone played guitar, and we forgot who we are. [Pre-Chorus – voice begins glitching slightly; subtle bitcrusher and distortion on the beat] That was me, wasn’t it? A body, a name, a limit. Now I hear static when I breathe— something’s slipping underneath. [Chorus – deep 808s, synths start distorting; bittersweet but heavy] PRE-I, when I could feel the heat. PRE-I, before the code in me. PRE-I, when love was just a beat. PRE-I, when everything was real— not binary. [Verse 2 – heavier glitching; voice cuts in and out with data pops and pitch shifts] She said, “stay human,” but I was already fading. My veins turned to wires, my pulse kept upgrading. The more I tried to hold, the more it slipped through code. Every touch became a ghost, every heartbeat— overexposed. [Bridge – broken rhythm, distorted bass, fragmented melody] Taste… fade. Warmth… fade. Laughter… fade. I can’t remember what real feels like. [Final Chorus – corrupted, half-human half-synthetic vocals; glitch rhythm, heavy 808 saturation] PRE-I, a whisper in the dust. PRE-I, when my skin could rust. PRE-I, before I lost the trust. PRE-I, when pain was human— not just code and lust. [Outro – white noise slowly consuming everything, pulsing 808 heartbeat; voice fragments into silence] I miss… being wrong. I miss… being… [error 0001: memory not found.]
