[BPM: ~168 BPM Fast enough for punk energy Slow enough to keep it sludgy and grunge-adjacent Time Signature: 4/4 Key: E minor (or drop D tuning if you want it heavier) Vibe: Nirvana × early Green Day × basement show energy Dynamics: Loud/quiet/loud — classic grunge contrast Intro: 4 bars (dirty, detuned guitar) Verse 1: half-energy, sneering vocal Pre-Chorus: tension builds Chorus: full blast, shout-along Verse 2: angrier, more sarcastic Chorus Bridge: breakdown / spoken rant (tempo drops feel-wise) Final Chorus: faster delivery, extra vocal layers Outro: feedback + abrupt stop] [Intro] (4 bars – guitars only) (Pick scrape, feedback swell, drums count in late) [Verse 1] I type my pain into a screen It kicks it back in perfect key I bleed in lowercase letters Auto-tuned into something better I tried screaming into the void But the void said “error: noise” So I fed it all my doubt Now it sings my feelings out [Pre-Chorus] They said, “This isn’t real” But it feels like something broke If a program knows my voice Why don’t you hear me when I choke? (drums open up here) [Chorus] Made by a machine Still hurts like hell If this isn’t me Then explain myself You call it fake I call it proof A metal heart Still tells the truth [Verse 2] I’m ghostwritten by a ghost Stitched together line by code Every chorus sounds too clean Like it knows what I don’t mean You say “soul can’t be replaced” But mine’s been missing for some days If a circuit feels my rage What does that say about your faith? [Pre-Chorus] You keep drawing the line Between the real and the fake But you stream your emotions And call that connection “safe” [Chorus] Made by a machine Still hurts like hell If this isn’t me Then explain myself You say it’s wrong I say it’s true It learned my pain By watching you Bridge (Breakdown – drums drop, bass fuzzed out) (spoken / shouted, half-time feel) Who’s fake now? The song or the smile? The code or the crowd That hasn’t felt shit in a while? You don’t hate the machine You hate what it shows That it learned how to scream From the way that you broke (drums slam back in) Final Chorus (Full energy, faster vocal delivery) Made by a machine Still hurts like hell If I’m just data You raised me well Call it theft Call it abuse I found my voice Inside your truth [Outro] [Feedback rings out Drummer stops early Last word shouted off-mic] “YOU TAUGHT IT EVERYTHING.”

Made By A Machine