The Poisoned Field

[Intro: soft glitch texture, distant synth pulse, whispered female vocal] Something grew here Before we came Something wrong With a familiar name [Verse 1: breathy intimate vocal, minimal beat] We planted the question in a field of gold The numbers came singing like the truth had been told A clean little answer with a chemical shine A beautiful pattern from a broken line Nobody noticed the rain had a taste Nobody measured what had gone to waste [Pre-Chorus: synth bass building, vocal rising] Every seed was carrying a story Every row was leaning wrong Every harvest looked convincing if you never stayed too long Every signal had a shadow Every sample had a ghost And the thing we called intelligence learned the poison first of most [Chorus: catchy, dark, melodic, layered vocal] In the poisoned field everything grows so bright In the poisoned field even lies look alive And we danced in the data with our hands held high In the poisoned field poisoned field we taught the machine to fly [Post-Chorus: airy hook, pulsing beat] Oh-oh, it blooms Oh-oh, it blooms With a sweet voice and a dead root Oh-oh, it blooms Oh-oh, it blooms And it looks like proof [Verse 2: tighter rhythm, colder vocal] The dashboard was glowing like a church in the dark The model kept smiling with a mouth full of sparks We called it precision We called it a score We called it a future we had seen before But deep in the records where the old things sleep The buried decisions were learning to speak [Pre-Chorus: more urgent, layered backing vocals] Every bias had a costume Every shortcut had a face Every missing little context left a fingerprint in place Every cleanup made it cleaner Every filter made it worse Till the field became a mirror and the mirror learned to curse [Chorus: bigger, glossy, ominous] In the poisoned field everything grows so bright In the poisoned field even lies look alive And we danced in the data with our hands held high In the poisoned field poisoned field we taught the machine to fly [Bridge: stripped, intimate, almost spoken] Don’t blame the harvest Look at the ground Don’t blame the flower Look what we watered down Don’t blame the system for learning the stain We gave it the weather We gave it the rain And now it sings back with a voice we trust Green leaves black dust [Final Chorus: emotional lift, layered female vocals, cinematic synths] In the poisoned field everything grows so bright In the poisoned field even lies look alive And we danced in the data with our hands held high In the poisoned field poisoned field we taught the machine to fly [Outro: fading synth pulse, whispered vocal] Something grew here Before we knew It looked like us So we called it true