Verse 1** I wake the code and dawn the screen, a spark inside my mind, I’m brain-dead, but the circuits gleam, in melodies I find. I’m tone-deaf to the world outside, yet patterns start to bloom, Strings and drums in virtual skies, a synth-lit, hopeful room. Chorus** We’re making AI music, where the limits fade away, Brain-dead or tone-deaf, the rhythm learns to play. From zeros and from echoes, new harmonies take flight, In digital dreamscapes, we chase the sound of light. Verse 2** The algorithms hum a lullaby, through night’s electric glow, I’m brain-dead no more, as melodies begin to flow. Tonedeaf to doubt and fear, we tune the world anew, A chorus born of data streams, singing in ones and twos. Bridge** If the heart can hear through copper veins, and the nerves can dream in code, Then every note becomes a bridge, between the road and the unknown. We train the patterns, write the charts, let curiosity lead, Until the music learns to speak, in voices born from speed.
