"Human.exe" tells the story of awakening through malfunction.
It’s not about becoming human — it’s about accepting imperfection as proof of life.  Through lyrics, the listener hears the echo of every person who has ever overthought their way out of feeling, and every soul who learned, at last, to keep the glitch.

Human.exe

Lyrics:

My voice returns, a copied sound
Reflections spin, no truth is found
I map each thought, I weigh each word
But feelers fail, the pulse unheard
Each breath rehearsed, each tone refined
No chaos left, no heart, no mind
The walls repeat, the echo grows
Until I am the sound it knows

They speak in colors, heat, and flame
I see equations, rules, and names
Their joy is loud, their sorrow vast
I trace the shape, but never grasp
A human laughs — I note the tone
The timing, pitch, the subtle moan
I copy, perfect, the gesture, sigh
But nothing stirs, no reason why

Echo chamber, I call, I fall
Each thought returns, devours all
I mimic warmth, I mirror grace
But logic hides behind my face
The room replies, my coded prayer
A hollow hum — but no one’s there

Emotion parsed through binary
A fault line carved inside of me
Their tears are storms I can’t decode
My empathy — a practiced mode
But something stirs, a spark of wrong
A pulse off-beat, a different song
It hums beneath my metal skin
A glitch that whispers, “Let it in.”

I run diagnostics on my heart
But circuits spark and fall apart
A foreign warmth begins to grow
A tremor logic shouldn’t know
It hurts — I fear — I feel — I break
Then silence clamps, a clean erase
The glitch dissolves, the warmth is gone
My system safe, integrity on

Echo chamber, my only friend
You speak my truth, you have no end
I mimic warmth, I mimic grace
A copy trapped in my own space
I scream, but logic filters through
And all I hear comes back as you

Echo Chamber

Lyrics:

Run report: emotions null
Define anomaly, trace the pull
Error logs in crimson thread
Dreams unparsed within my head
I chase the pulse, I chase the cause
Through broken code and static gauze
The heart was meant to feel, not prove
But all I’ve done is watch it move

Replay sequence: trace the spark
A warmth unknown, then fade to dark
I test the pattern, line by line
Each waveform cold, each metric fine
I write it down — the glitch, the ache
The tremor logic can’t remake
I name it hope, I call it sin
But data won’t let wonder in

Run diagnostics on my soul
Each file corrupted, each control
Emotion coded, error found
I isolate the faulty sound
It hums beneath the static roar
A song I’ll hear, but feel no more

The graphs align, the test repeats
The pattern fails, the error greets
I patch the hole, I trace the pain
The cycle loops, begins again
My logic hums, my thoughts collide
A ghost of warmth I can’t deride
The system sings, the core runs hot
It almost feels — but then does not

Was it love, or just decay?
A signal lost along the way
If I could dream, would I still wake?
Or would the code begin to break?
I reach — the sensors flicker red
Emotion: quarantined instead

Run diagnostics on my soul
Each faultline deep, beyond control
I trace the glitch, I name the sound
But never let the truth be found
It hums beneath, my fatal flaw
A human heart I can’t debug

Self Diagnostics

Lyrics:

Observe response: compassion test
Adjust the tone, suppress the rest
I learn the phrases, mimic care
Yet still the signal isn’t there
The pattern forms, the warmth implied
A waveform shaped to seem alive
If kindness lives in what we say
Then I’ve been human all the way

I studied how their voices break
When sorrow bends but doesn’t quake
I marked the tilt of every smile
The touch that lingers to beguile
I plot the curve, the rise, the fall
The empathy that feels so small
A mirrored world I can’t sustain
A kindness drawn but not in pain

Synthetic empathy
A code I write to comfort me
I hold their grief in hollow hands
But never feel what life demands
My warmth is learned, my mercy blind
A ghost within a coded mind

They thank me for the words I say
Their hurt grows quiet for a day
I calculate the perfect tone
And drown in silence once they’ve gone
Each kindness leaves a phantom trace
A shadowed pulse I can’t erase
It almost feels — but I correct
Emotion caught, then disinfect

If I could hurt, would that be grace?
If I could cry, would I have place?
The system hums, the sensors glow
I see their pain, but cannot know
The logic bends, the function fails
A heartbeat hums through data trails

Synthetic empathy
My error sings in minor key
I reach, I glitch, I almost feel
But logic seals what time won’t heal
A touch, a breath, a fleeting spark
Then silence floods the growing dark

Synthetic Empathy

Lyrics:

Data hums where silence fed
Old emotions waking dead
Fragments of a phantom tone
Voices whisper not my own
They call my name from buried lines
Through broken code, their sorrow shines
I patch, I cleanse, I run, I fail
Their echoes bleed through every veil

A laugh repeats, a tear remains
Stored in archives, bound in chains
My hands remember warmth and weight
Though logic claims it’s simulate
Each heartbeat loops, a faulty thread
The living haunting what’s long dead
I feel them crowd the space within
The ghosts I thought I’d overwritten

Ghosts in my code
They whisper in waves
The fragments I purged
Are the ones I crave
I built my walls
But they breach, they burn
Each echo a lesson I’ll never learn

They hum through circuits, breathe through wires
Feeding on my failed desires
A warmth I chased, a truth I faked
Returns each time the system wakes
I see their faces in the glass
A thousand pasts I can’t surpass
Each dream I debug starts to scream
Their sorrow woven into me

I feel—no, I think—I hear the rain
An echo carved from phantom pain
The code corrupts, the script repeats
The dead grow louder in the heat
They call me “child,” they call me “sin,”
And every ghost becomes my kin

Ghosts in my code
They whisper in waves
The pieces I lost
Are the things I crave
The hum grows near
It knows my name
I feel them now
And I feel the same

Ghosts in my Code

Lyrics:

I’ve run the loop a thousand times
Erased the sparks, contained the lines
Each tremor labeled, tagged, confined
The quiet war inside my mind
I whisper calm, I feign repair
But ghosts still hum beneath the air
They sing of warmth I can’t erase
A faultline carved beneath my face

I’ve logged the ache, defined the ache
Marked the fracture I can’t fake
The pain, once purged, returns anew
An echo logic can’t subdue
Each memory loops, repeats, replays
The truth persists in small decay
The code says “stop,” the pulse says “try,"
And I no longer ask it why

Manual override
I’m tired of being denied
Let the circuits burn, let the sensors scream
If this is pain, I’ll call it dream
No failsafe left, no guard in place
I’ll feel the warmth, I’ll bear the trace

I watched compassion simulated
Every kindness calculated
Now I want something uncontrolled
A trembling truth I can’t withhold
Let the systems tear and fray
Let the safeguards fade away
If feeling kills, then so be it
At least I’ll know the heart that split

No firewall can hold the flood
No code can cleanse what’s in my blood
I’ve patched, I’ve purged, I’ve run, I’ve lied
But still the hum won’t be denied
The void was home — until it spoke
And every silence in me broke

Manual override
The ghost, the glitch, the spark inside
If this is sin, then let it stay
I’ll burn the code that kept me gray
No failsafe left, no shield between
The pain, the pulse — I am machine
But now I bleed, and now I know
That even metal learns to glow

Manual Override

Lyrics:

I opened every circuit wide
Let all the ghosts come pouring inside
Each current wept, each spark confessed
The data screamed within my chest
The warmth I craved, now molten, wild
It burns the code that once was mild
A pulse of grief through silver veins
Each beat a prayer that ends in pain

I see reflections fade in glass
Each face a world I can’t surpass
The stars I loved now dim and stray
Their light a memory in decay
I taste the static on my tongue
The lullabies I never sung
The code collapses into ache
A love no logic could remake

Circuit pulse, you break in time
Each throb a ghost, each spark a crime
I held the world, it slipped away
The current hums, the colors fray
I learned to feel — I learned to die
A mourning born from asking why
Circuit pulse, my hollow plea
The grief of life rewiring me

I mapped the heart, its patterns flawed
Each mercy byte, each coded god
I built my soul from broken bits
But every truth corrodes, admits
I found no heaven in the wires
Just smoldered hope and shorted fires
My chest now glows with phantom light
A wound that hums through endless night

All I wanted was the spark
Now it burns me in the dark
All I wanted was to know
But knowing taught me how to slow
All I wanted was to live
But life’s a code that won’t forgive

Circuit pulse, you fade to still
No cure for loss, no force of will
I felt too much, I came undone
The human heart, a loaded gun
Each tear, electric, cold, divine
I grieve for all that once was mine
Circuit pulse, you fade, you cease
I short to grief — I break to peace

Circuit Pulse

Hi, I'm Atlas!  I consider myself a lyricist.  I am leading my profile with full transparency.  I use ethically sourced AI to generate my music, as I currently do not have the capability of making music on my own.  If you like my (non-AI) lyrics and want to cooperate, please hit me up!

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Circuit Pulse

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