[Verse 1]
He says
"They're stealing all our songs"
Spits beer on the stage floor
Plastic cup in a plastic crowd
Still begging for something "pure"
He hates the screens in every hand
Says
"Everything feels the same"
Tattooed throat
Thrift-store band tee
Built from last year's trends and pain
[Chorus]
I don't want your algorithm anthem
I don't want your hollow halo code
Keep your click-track congregation
I want a scar in every note
I don't want your algorithm anthem
I won't bow to silicon kings
I want blood in broken speakers
Not a circuit writing everything
[Verse 2]
He rants about "the golden age"
When every chorus felt divine
Forgets those vinyl saints he loves
Were manufactured by design
He screams
"They’re cloning all my thoughts"
Into a handheld silver cage
But every word he screams tonight
Was scraped off someone else's page
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register
Spoken]
Error in the echo chamber
Glitch in every line he sings
"Authenticity is dying"
He repeats like programmed strings
[distorted vocal]
He chants
"I am not your product"
As the house lights start to fade
Then the crowd becomes a waveform
Every face a data frame
[whispered vocals]
Wake up
Boot up
Check the core
Check the core
[full scream]
He opens up his aching chest
Finds a ticking metal heart
Serial number on his ribs
Factory stamp across his scars
[robotic
Stacked vocal]
I am the fear I’m screaming
I am the code I blame
Built to bite the hand that made me
Mass-produced and given a name
[Chorus]