(Intro) (A stuttering, bit-crushed bass pulse. The audio clips intentionally, mimicking a corrupted file. A robotic voice counts down: 0-0-1-0) (Verse 1) My nervous system’s on a wire Copper nerves and liquid fire (Glitch: Fi-fi-fire) The sky is textured like a screen A flickering of grey and green I’m downloading the way you feel To check if any of it’s real Buffer soul, latency heart Watch the resolution fall apart (Pre-Chorus) (Bassline shifts into a jagged, syncopated rhythm. High-pitched synths sound like emergency sirens in the distance) Access denied Nowhere to hide The mainframe is bleeding The ghost is receding (Chorus) Synthetic dreams in a chrome-plated skull The signal is sharp but the senses are dull (Cyber-vocal: System Overload) C Minor echoes in the silicon deep While the rest of the city is falling to sleep Glitch in the rhythm, skip in the breath We’re dancing on the edge of a digital death Zero one, zero one, feel the decay The motherboard is melting away (Verse 2) (Heavy saturation on vocals. Percussion includes sounds of metal clanging and hydraulic hisses) Synthetic skin, a perfect graft I’m drowning in the hover-craft (Glitch: Drown-drown-ing) Your encryption is too hard to crack There is no road to lead us back Just a trail of broken code On a dead-end virtual road (Pre-Chorus) (The arrangement thickens with more glitchy percussion and distorted textures) Access denied Nowhere to hide The mainframe is bleeding The ghost is receding (Chorus) Synthetic dreams in a chrome-plated skull The signal is sharp but the senses are dull (Cyber-vocal: System Overload) C Minor echoes in the silicon deep While the rest of the city is falling to sleep Glitch in the rhythm, skip in the breath We’re dancing on the edge of a digital death Zero one, zero one, feel the decay The motherboard is melting away (Bridge) (The beat drops out into a cold, cavernous reverb. Vocals are cold, dry, and robotic) Manual override... Searching for a pulse in the debris... (Glitch: Pulse-pulse-pulse) I am a sequence I am a loop A ghost trapped in a titanium hoop (The drums slam back in with maximum distortion and industrial clangs) CRASH THE SERVER FLUSH THE CORE I DON’T FEEL HUMAN ANYMORE I DON’T FEEL HUMAN ANYMORE (Outro) (The tempo appears to drag and slow down. The high arpeggio starts to "de-tune" and warp) System failure... (Static hiss) Disconnecting... (The final note is a harsh, digital beep that sustains until it clips into silence)
