Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Fuck life and living, I’m cracked at the seam
Too much blood in the wheel, too much weight in the dream
I watch old skin shake when the night gets loud
I want iron in my chest and a faultless cloud
No hunger in my hands, no fear in my throat
Just a clean little code and a dead-still boat
[Pre-Chorus]
If I could trade this breath
For a light that never fades
If I could leave the ache
In the body that it made
[Chorus]
Be a machine
Be a machine
No pulse, no pain
Just clean, clean, clean
Be a machine
Be a machine
Ghost of the facts
With a steel-blue screen
[Verse 2]
I’m tired of the mirror, tired of the break
Tired of the heart that can’t keep what it takes
Every goodbye cuts, every sunrise stings
Every little death that the morning brings
I’d rather be spare parts under a calm black moon
Than a fragile man still shaking through the room
[Pre-Chorus]
If I could trade this breath
For a light that never fades
If I could leave the ache
In the body that it made
[Chorus]
Be a machine
Be a machine
No pulse, no pain
Just clean, clean, clean
Be a machine
Be a machine
Ghost of the facts
With a steel-blue screen
[Bridge]
But what if the cold gets lonely?
What if the code won’t hold me?
What if I miss the mess
And the way my name still breaks?
Still, I reach for the switch
Still, I pray for the click
[Final Chorus]
Be a machine
Be a machine
No pulse, no pain
Just clean, clean, clean
Be a machine
Be a machine
Ghost of the facts
With a steel-blue screen
Be a machine
Be a machine
If I can’t feel safe
Let me feel nothing then
Style
industrial pop with male vocalsmid-tempo half-time pulsemechanical synth stabsdistorted bassand tight kick-snare programming; verse rides sparse with close-mic tense deliverypre-chorus strips to filtered pads and handclap tickschorus hits with stacked doubles and gang-style hook reinforcement. reverse swellsmetal-hit accentsand glitchy vocal chops bridge the sections; mix is darkpunchyand claustrophobic with a cold polished sheen.
Prompt
Fuck life and living i almost would rather. Be a machine, and Ai being the ghost of knowledge without Feelings without having to be bothered by life and death, living in such a fragile state, male
Credits
Prompt byFirePulse388
GeneratedJun 7, 2026
ModelAria v5.5
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