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[Verse 1]
I woke up with grease on my hands
A sketchbook full of second chances
Copper wire and a crooked plan
Built a pulse from a broken fan
I take the parts they throw away
And make them move another way
A bent-up nail, a jar, a spring
Baby, that’s how I build a thing
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t wait for a perfect sign
I make the spark from the scrap in line
When the floor drops out, I don’t fold
I turn the rubble into gold
[Chorus]
Glass and gears, I’m alive
I can make a dream survive
Glass and gears, hear me now
I build it up, I build it proud
Glass and gears, hands in the flame
I put my name inside the frame
If the world breaks, I rebuild
I was made to make it real
[Verse 2]
My bench is covered in rain-stained notes
Half-said prayers and paper boats
Every screw got a story to tell
Every failure taught me well
I heard “can’t” and I heard “try”
I kept that fire in my eye
One more latch, one more spin
Watch that door swing open again
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t wait for a perfect sign
I make the spark from the scrap in line
When the floor drops out, I don’t fold
I turn the rubble into gold
[Chorus]
Glass and gears, I’m alive
I can make a dream survive
Glass and gears, hear me now
I build it up, I build it proud
Glass and gears, hands in the flame
I put my name inside the frame
If the world breaks, I rebuild
I was made to make it real
[Bridge]
Let the doubts fall off
Let the rough edges show
Every wild new shape
Starts with “I don’t know”
Now the whole room glows
When the first switch flips
From a pile of parts
To a pulse in my fists
[Final Chorus]
Glass and gears, I’m alive
I can make a dream survive
Glass and gears, hear me now
I build it up, I build it proud
Glass and gears, hands in the flame
I put my name inside the frame
If the world breaks, I rebuild
I was made to make it real
Details
GeneratedApr 22, 2026
Duration3:57
LanguageEnglish
Style
Uplifting rock with driving four-on-the-floor drums, palm-muted verse guitars, a lift-into-the-chorus pre, and big open-power-chord choruses; stacked male vocals on the hook, gang shouts on the title line, short delay throws on key words, rising tom fills and synth sparks into each chorus, bright punchy mix with wide arena sheen, uplifting, rock
Credits
Prompt by
Dreamdropsdimension
DreamdropsdimensionModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Song about being an inventor uplifting rock
