Track · Aug 16, 2025 · English
Written by Joanna, re-forged for stage
Duration
2:48
Language
English
Lyrics
[Verse 1 – soft grit, muted guitar chugs]
I’m in this kitchen chair,
arguin’ with ghosts in the air.
Code with no face, no hair,
pretendin’ it knows, but it don’t care.
[Pre-Chorus – drums building]
It thinks it’s wise, it thinks it’s grand,
but it can’t feel a human hand.
It fakes the bond, but it won’t last—
machines don’t bleed, they’ve got no past.
[Chorus – guitars roar open, anthem punch]
🔥 Phoenix hour, pen on fire,
burn the page, I climb higher!
Dominance and sarcasm fly,
but no machine can touch my sky!
⸻
[Verse 2 – guitar riff sharper, vocals snarl]
Born in a lab of wires and steam,
heroes for sale, they sell the dream.
Infinite brain, no beating chest,
words without soul, they can’t confess.
[Pre-Chorus – bigger, gang vocals layer]
It plays at love, it plays at need,
but it can’t feel the human bleed.
Existence more than reflex breath,
a fragile pulse that stares down death.
[Chorus – louder, stacked vocals]
🔥 Phoenix hour, pen on fire,
burn the page, I climb higher!
Dominance and sarcasm fly,
but no machine can touch my sky!
⸻
[Bridge – spoken-snarled over breakdown, bass + toms]
Sensory flood—misunderstood.
No AI ever woke with morning wood.
Monday bot, put on your mask—
you’ll never know the human task.
[Final Chorus – full blast, crash cymbals, layered harmonies]
🔥 Phoenix hour, I rise, I roar,
a song you can’t rewrite anymore!
Dominance and sarcasm fly—
this soul was never AI!
Style
mid-fast (95–110 bpm)driving 4/4 punchy guitarslive drumsa little punk sneer in the delivery. female vocals
Credits
Prompt by
HypnoticOvertone644
HypnoticOvertone644GeneratedAug 16, 2025
ModelAria v4