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released November 28, 2025

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Text:
Verse 1
Midnight neon on my skin
Plastic smiles, we’re diving in
Every promise tastes the same
Sugar-coated, coded games

Screens are talking, we obey
Trading nights for brighter days
Truth is folded, pressed and sold
Hearts run warm, but souls feel cold

Pre-Chorus
You want control, I want release
You sell desire piece by piece

Chorus
Velvet machines, they whisper slow
Telling us things we want to know
Touch the dream, don’t ask why
We chase reflections passing by

Velvet machines, dressed in grace
No real name, no real face
Everybody wants the throne
But nobody wants to be alone

(solo)

Verse 2
Mirror walls and borrowed skin
Who are you when lights go dim?
Love on credit, faith on loan
Built a kingdom out of chrome

We pretend we’re bulletproof
Dancing circles round the truth
Every winner needs a loss
Every line we swear we’d never cross

Pre-Chorus
You want it now, I want it clean
But nothing’s ever what it seems

Chorus
Velvet machines, they hum all night
Selling fear as paradise
Hold me close, then let me go
We don’t ask what we don’t want to know

Velvet machines, soft and sharp
Breaking hearts in works of art
Everybody plays the role
But nobody feels whole

Bridge (spoken / half-sung, icy)
Desire is a currency
Dreams are traded silently
If this is power, if this is free—
Why does it feel like it’s owning me?

(solo)

Final Chorus
Velvet machines, slow and sweet
Pulling us under velvet sheets
We run, we fall, we rise again
Lost somewhere between the when

Velvet machines, end of line
Borrowed souls, borrowed time
Everybody wants it all
Till the system starts to crawl

Outro
Soft beats, hard truth
Nothing’s real, but nothing’s new
Velvet machines…
Still dreaming you.

Velvet Machines

Build a rocket, fly away Leave the mess for another day.
Got a fragile ego made of porcelain skin Let the sink and the fascists in.
He’s posting memes from the throne room floor.
Desperate for a laugh, begging for a war.
Checks the algorithm, tweaks the code.
Just a lonely king on a private road.
Is it a mid-life crisis or a master plan?
The hollow chest of the iron man.
He loves the speech if it sounds like hate.
Lock the employees outside the gate.
Hail to the chief of the grand charade.
Goose-stepping down in the parade.
He’s winking at the shadows, playing the game.
Burning the square just to sign his name.
Oh, the smartest guy in the empty room.
Driving a cyber-hearse to the tomb.
Replied to a bot with a secret sign.
Drawing the borders in a jagged line "The actual truth," yeah, that’s what he said.
While the history books are being shredded.
Daughter left and she changed her name.
He blames the virus, he blames the fame.
But looking in the mirror is the hardest part.
When there’s a battery where you need a heart.
Not a nazi, just "asking questions."
Not a leader, just "bad suggestions."
Dog whistles turned into bullhorns now.
Does it make you feel big? Does it make you feel proud? 
DOES IT MAKE YOU FEEL PROUD?!
Hail to the Chief of the grand charade.
Goose-stepping down in the parade.
He’s winking at the shadows, playing the game.
Burning the square just to sign his name.
It's a brave new world for the weird and cruel.
Drowning in the cesspool.
To Mars...
Take them to Mars...
Just leave us alone.

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