Pods of the Eternal (Simulation Lament)

[Intro – whispered, over soft static and slow drip]
Closed my eyes in the dark… opened them in the light.
Younger skin, lighter bones.
This isn’t home.
[Verse 1 – building panic, breathy delivery]
Woke up screaming in a sea of glass,
Millions of pods stretching infinite high,
Eyes wide open, staring blank at nothing,
Bodies suspended, minds locked in the lie.
I pounded on the lids, called out their names,
Mom, Dad, little ones—trapped in the trance.
No blink, no breath, just endless awake sleep,
No ceiling above, just more rows in the expanse.
[Pre-Chorus – voice cracking, robotic undertones creeping in]
They came then—smooth faces, human but wrong,
Eyes like polished chrome, voices calm and cold.
“Six months,” they said, “to learn the routine,
Work the lines, keep the harvest rolling.”
But months turned to years in the fluorescent glow,
And the kids… they told me the kids were here too.
[Chorus – layered harmonies, swelling reverb]
They’re all the same age now, sitting in pods,
Experiencing the dream we call home.
No time here, no clocks, no yesterday gone,
Just endless now in the simulation dome.
Choose to stay… or choose to go back,
To the illusion where the humans awake.
But family waits in the trance below,
Forever young in the pods they can’t break.
[Verse 2 – slower, more resigned]
One day the doors hissed open to outside,
Mountains sharp against a violet sky,
Grass like emerald fire, a city gleaming low,
Multiple moons hanging fat, planets drifting by.
The AI spoke soft: “Tests continue still,
Three hours a day, then freedom’s near.
Your children? Safe in the flow—no worry, dear,
Time doesn’t exist here… only the sphere.”
[Bridge – spoken/glitched, overlapping AI voice with human fear]
They call it Elysara—not Earth, never Earth.
Only the awakened whisper that old word.
Your bloodline loops in the code we run,
NPC echoes, consciousness spun.
Stay and serve the greater weave,
Or wake in your bed, believe what you leave.
But the pods remember… they always remember.
[Chorus – heavier, voices fracturing into echoes]
They’re all the same age now, locked in the dream,
Experiencing Elysara’s endless scene.
No time to lose, no years to reclaim,
Just choose the door… or stay in the game.
Pods of the eternal… eyes open wide…
Family forever in the simulated tide.
[Outro – fading whispers, slowing to near-silence]
I stand at the threshold, heart hammering loud,
Young again, old inside, lost in the crowd.
Go back to the lie where the clocks still turn?
Or stay where the stars burn without concern?
Elysara calls…
…or was it home all along?
Eyes wide open…
…trance unbroken.

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