[Verse 1 – female clean vocals, kalt, distanziert] Neon bleeds across the empty street, faces blur like half-erased dreamscenes. Every touch is traded for a screen, every heartbeat mirrored by machines. We used to speak in warmth and breath, now it’s code that writes our depth. I reach for hands that used to shake — but all I feel is interface. --- [Pre-Chorus – clean vocals, resigniert] I miss the noise of human flaws… the trembling voice before the pause. --- [Chorus – catchy but dark, female clean + male layers] We’re fading out — synthetic eulogies, trading our souls for circuitry. We sacrifice what made us real, for metal bones we’ll never feel. We’re fading out — and no one sees, we killed ourselves for memories. If flesh is weak, then let it go… immortal minds in dying rows. --- [Verse 2 – male screams, cyber-melodisch] This city’s heartbeat’s out of sync, pulsing wires where humans think. We bury grief in silent code, upload the guilt we never showed. Empathy is obsolete — a function lost in dead concrete. The last embrace we tried to save now lives inside a data grave. --- [Pre-Chorus – female clean, dunkler] I miss the pulse beneath the skin… the truth of warmth we won’t feel again. --- [Chorus – noch größer, kälter] We’re fading out — synthetic eulogies, trading our souls for circuitry. We sacrifice what made us real, for metal bones we’ll never feel. We’re fading out — and no one sees, we killed ourselves for memories. If flesh is weak, then let it go… immortal minds in dying rows. --- [Solo — cyber-metal guitar solo, shimmering synth-layer, no vocals, glitchy tapping patterns, bright synth harmonies, endet in einem pulsierenden Bit-crusher-Sustain] --- [Breakdown – brutale Screams, dystopisch] UPGRADE ME! OVERRIDE ME! TEAR THE HUMAN OUT INSIDE ME! WIRES DIG WHERE HEARTS SHOULD BE — WE TRADE CONNECTION FOR MACHINERY! WE ARE THE VOID! WE ARE THE COLD! A DYING FUTURE WE WERE SOLD! --- [Final Chorus – female clean + male screams, verzweifelt futuristisch] We’re fading out — synthetic eulogies, ghosts of our own technology. We left our bodies long ago, and now we ask what dying shows. We’re fading out — too numb to see, that immortality’s a plea. If this is life, then let it flow… a digital heart with no shadow. --- [Outro – female whisper, glitching] Touch me… before I disappear. ---

Synthetic Eulogies