[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.
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[Pre-Chorus – clean vocals, resigniert]
I miss the noise of human flaws…
the trembling voice before the pause.
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[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.
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[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Empathy is obsolete —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.
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[Pre-Chorus – female clean, dunkler]
I miss the pulse beneath the skin…
the truth of warmth we won’t feel again.
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[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.
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[Solo — cyber-metal guitar solo, shimmering synth-layer, no vocals, glitchy tapping patterns, bright synth harmonies, endet in einem pulsierenden Bit-crusher-Sustain]
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[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!
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[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.
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[Outro – female whisper, glitching]
Touch me…
before I disappear.
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