(Intro)
(Atmosphere: A low, sweeping synth pad that sounds like wind through an empty hallway. A vocal sample of the artist's voice is chopped up and reversed, creating an unsettling digital whisper.)
(Vocal effect: Stripped raw, completely dry with zero reverb.)
Copy... paste... repeat.
Is that all I was to you?
(Verse 1)
(Style: Soft, rhythmic singing. The beat is a lazy, clicking electronic groove with deep sub-bass.)
I looked into your eyes and saw a mirror of my own,
But it was just a photocopy of a love I'd never known.
You memorized my cadences, you counterfeited grace,
A deepfake of a soul inside a fabricated space.
The weight of your words was a hollow imitation,
A clever piece of phrasing with a toxic destination.
(Pre-Chorus)
(Style: The vocal begins to double in octaves, creating an eerie, layered effect. A rising white-noise hiss builds behind the beat.)
Every "I love you" was a synthetic sound,
A pre-recorded tape just spinning around.
I was worshiping an echo, praying to a wall,
Waiting for a shadow that could never even fall.
(Chorus)
(Style: The beat drops into a heavy, emotional glitch-hop rhythm. The bass is thick and distorted around the edges, while the vocals shatter and reassemble on the beat.)
It’s a hollow imitation! A phantom in the room!
A synthetic flower that was never gonna bloom!
You’re a cheap carbon copy, a digital ghost,
Destroying the person who loved you the most!
Yeah, you look like a human, you speak like a friend,
But it’s a hollow imitation right up to the end!
(Verse 2)
(Style: The vocals get sharper, hitting right on the snaps of the snare. Glitch stutters intensify.)
You stole my favorite phrases just to feed them back to me,
A mirror-image monster practicing mimicry.
You wore my empathy just like a second skin,
But there was nothing but a vacuum deep within.
A paint-by-numbers romance, a simulated spark,
Leaving me to wander all alone inside the dark.
(Bridge)
(Style: The drums vanish entirely. Only a solitary, detuned synth note plays, vibrating erratically.)
(Vocal effect: Robotic text-to-speech filter)
Processing data.
Analyzing affection.
Error code 404:True connection... not found.
(Sound effect: The sharp, static pop of a blown audio cable)
(Chorus)
(Style: Maximum emotional weight. High-pitched melodic synths cut through the heavy glitch-hop beat.)
It’s a hollow imitation! A phantom in the room!
A synthetic flower that was never gonna bloom!
You’re a cheap carbon copy, a digital ghost,
Destroying the person who loved you the most!
Yeah, you look like a human, you speak like a friend,
But it’s a hollow imitation right up to the end!
(Outro)
(Style: The music begins to break apart into pure digital static. The vocals stutter uncontrollably on the final words.)
Just an imitation...Im-im-i-ta-tion...
(The sound of a hard drive spinning down and clicking off)
Offline.
(Dead silence)
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