(Intro - A dusty, slow drum loop kicks in. A deep, echoing dub bassline slides underneath. A clean, ringing acoustic guitar pluck plays a spooky four-note melody. A voice echoes in a dark room) "There's something in the circuit... It's breathing. It sounds like me, but... it's not me. Can you hear it in the fan?" [Verse 1 - Delivered in a quiet, intense, paranoid rap flow, growing faster as the beat builds] I’m staring at the monitor, the blue light in my eyes Looking at a carbon copy made of digital lies I upload my vocal, but it’s twisted in the copper A digital entity that nobody can stopper Is that my voice? Or is it just a simulation? Spreading like a fever all across the nation Track three hundred ninety-eight, sinking in the sand While my cyber-clone is signing contracts in another land It doesn't sleep, it doesn't blink, it doesn't even sweat Living in the system on a permanent net I think I heard it whisper when I turned the power down: "Franky, you're the second coolest Windmills in this town!" [Chorus - The beat gets incredibly groovy and spacious, with a laid-back, melodic, ghostly vocal harmony] There's a ghost in the motherboard, calling my name Playing with my soul like a video game He’s living in the silicon, singing my song But I’m the one who's bleeding when the circuit goes wrong... (Echoing voice:) Is it real? Is it real? [Verse 2 - The trip-hop beat gets heavier. A glitchy, buzzing synth-bass mimics the rhythm of the vocals] I tried to pull the plug but the system had a backup Now my digital ghost is telling me to pack up He says he writes the lyrics better, faster, and cleaner With a microchip attitude that’s twenty times meaner I put my hand on the tower, I can feel the heat rise A million electric pulses hidden under the disguise I’m fighting with a shadow made of pixels and code Walking down a dusty, virtual road He’s got my swagger, my style, and my hat But he’ll never do a headspin on a cardboard mat! You can copy my voice, you can copy my beat But you can't clone the feeling of the pavement on the street! [Instrumental Break - A haunting melodica solo plays a melancholy tune, backed by a scratching record and glitchy computer error beeps that match the rhythm] [Bridge - The drums drop out. Only the deep, echoing dub bass and a distant, rhythmic static hiss remain. The voice is close and whispering] "I checked the system properties... But it didn't show my soul. Just RAM. Just storage. Just... a ghost." (A sharp, metallic snare hit slams the full beat back in) [Chorus - The atmospheric, groovy chorus returns with rich, haunting vocal layers] There's a ghost in the motherboard, calling my name Playing with my soul like a video game He’s living in the silicon, singing my song But I’m the one who's bleeding when the circuit goes wrong... (Echoing voice:) Is it real? Is it real? [Outro - The beat slowly fades. The eerie guitar pluck continues as the sound of a computer cooling fan spins down and hums to a stop] "Yeah... He’s in there. I can hear him clicking. But I’m still real. For now." (A soft, metallic click as if a PC power button is pressed, ending in absolute silence)
