Made By A Machine

[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)

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

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)

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

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?

You keep drawing the line

Between the real and the fake

But you stream your emotions

And call that connection “safe”

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

[Feedback rings out

Drummer stops early

Last word shouted off-mic]

“YOU TAUGHT IT EVERYTHING.”