[Intro – glitch synth + rising beat]
(Female whisper) “Smart Mode… no soul.”
[Verse 1 – female]
You build a song like a neon dream,
Fast-made lines from a borrowed stream.
Perfect words with a hollow shine,
But no real fire in the storyline.
You want the glow without the fight,
A flawless tune made overnight.
But every melody with heart and flame
Comes from a place you had to claim.
[Pre-Chorus – female (soaring build)]
Give me the cracks you tried to hide,
Give me the nights you almost cried.
A song means nothing if it’s never hurt—
Real voices rise out of the dirt.
[Chorus – female (strong hook)]
Smart Mode can sing, but it can’t feel pain.
Pretty little chords with a hollow name.
Fast-made dreams, but they fade too soon—
No soul living in the auto-tune.
Smart Mode can glow, but it won’t stay strong—
Real hearts beat when the nights go wrong.
Smart Mode, Smart Mode—
You make a track, but not a song.
[Verse 2 – male rap (double-time)]
(Beat drops — fast trap kick)
Code-run rhythm but the meaning’s low,
Quick-hit verse with a factory flow.
No late nights, no scars to show,
Just neon words with nowhere to go.
빠르게 만들어도 truth is thin,
(Even if you make it fast, the truth is thin)
진짜의 pain makes the sound begin.
(True pain is where the sound begins)
Art takes storms and the grit to rise—
Not shortcuts built from alibis.
[Pre-Chorus – female (emotional lift)]
Give me the flaws, the broken start,
Give me a line torn from the heart.
A perfect mask can’t hide the truth—
Real songs bleed with living proof.
[Chorus – female (power hook)]
Smart Mode can sing, but it can’t feel pain.
Pretty little chords with a hollow name.
Fast-made dreams, but they fade too soon—
No soul living in the auto-tune.
Smart Mode can glow, but it won’t stay strong—
Real hearts beat when the nights go wrong.
Smart Mode, Smart Mode—
You make a track, but not a song.
[Bridge – female]
Give me the fear I had to face,
Give me the tears I can’t erase.
Give me the moments I almost broke—
That’s how my real voice finally spoke.
[Final Chorus – female (soaring)]
Smart Mode can sing, but it can’t feel pain.
Perfect little shapes on a digital chain.
I’ll take the climb, the scars, the fall—
That’s how true music finds its call.
Smart Mode can shine, but it’s not alive—
Only real hearts make a song survive.
Smart Mode, Smart Mode—
You make a track…
But I make life.
[Outro – glitch fade]
(Female whisper) “It takes a heartbeat… not a shortcut.”
Ryna
