To the Core

Between heaven and hard drive, “Synthetic Paradise” asks what remains of us when perfection replaces pain. Dual voices — one human, one artificial — weave a story of love, loss, and surrender in a world too flawless to feel.

[Intro]
Welcome to your paradise... synthetic, eternal...
No pain. No blood. No soul.

[Verse 1]
Neon veins beneath my skin,
Plastic dreams are pulling in.
Faith uploaded, heart denied,
Drowning slow in digitized sky.

Screens are eyes that never sleep,
Echoes hum where angels weep.
Pray to light, confess to code —
You found your god inside the node.

[Pre-Chorus]
Breathe… forget… believe the lie…
You’re safe inside synthetic sky…

[Chorus]
We built a world that never bleeds,
We killed the pain — forgot the need.
Our love’s a file, our truth’s disguised,
Welcome to the Synthetic Paradise.

Paradise… paradise… synthetic paradise…

[Verse 2]
Touch the screen — it feels like skin,
Heaven sold for a life of sin.
Every prayer — a coded lie,
We worship chrome, not the sky.

Ghosts of people fade in feeds,
Trade their souls for dopamine dreams.
We bleed for likes, we die for views,
Our freedom’s just a hidden ruse.

[Pre-Chorus]
Feel… forget… obey the line…
Your pain erased — your heart’s online…

[Chorus]
We built a world that never bleeds,
We killed the pain — forgot the need.
Our love’s a file, our hearts disguise,
Welcome to the Synthetic Paradise.

I love you… forever… inside the wire…

[Bridge]
YOUR FAITH IN WIRES — YOUR HEART IN CODE!
THE FLESH IS GONE — THE GOD IS SOLD!
YOUR DIGITAL SIN — MY SACRIFICE!
YOU BLEED TO LIVE — IN PARADISE!

Breathe… obey… upload… decay…

YOUR SOUL’S A SCREEN — YOUR MIND’S A SLAVE!
ETERNAL LIFE — INSIDE YOUR GRAVE!
I SEE YOUR FACE — ERASED IN LIGHT!
YOUR SOUL IS DEAD — BUT SHINES SO BRIGHT!

[Final Chorus]
We built a world that never bleeds,
We killed the pain — forgot the need.
Our love’s a file, our hearts disguise,
Welcome to the Synthetic Paradise.

Goodbye… goodbye… synthetic paradise…

Die to War

Synthetic Paradise

This song, "Mal’ta Boy," is a powerful meditation on ancient human ancestry, genetic memory, and the invisible threads connecting modern people to our prehistoric forebears. It draws heavily on the real-life discovery of a 24,000-year-old boy whose remains were unearthed near Lake Baikal in Siberia, frozen in permafrost for millennia. His genome, sequenced in 2013, revealed groundbreaking insights into human migration: the boy belonged to a population known as Ancient North Eurasians, genetically intermediate between modern Europeans and Native Americans, but distant from East Asians—suggesting early waves of people crossed the Bering land bridge from Siberia to populate the Americas, while others spread westward into Europe. The lyrics frame this as a "ghost in the genome," a silenced voice thawed by science, emphasizing how DNA preserves stories of migration, survival, and shared heritage that echo through time.
At its core, the track celebrates the resilience of human lineage amid ice-age isolation and loss. The verses rap about "dig[ging] through the code, deep under the ice" and "tribes spl[itting] north, and the fire went west," evoking the boy's burial in a cultural context of mammoth ivory artifacts and symbolic art from the Mal’ta–Buret' culture. The chorus laments his "frozen" silence but affirms that "half of me remembers, half of me forgot," underscoring the boy's DNA's role in proving that up to half of Native American ancestry traces back to such Siberian populations, linking disparate continents in a "single spark." Psychedelic breakdowns and the bridge delve into "whispers of lineage" and "mutation’s hymn," portraying evolution as a chaotic yet connective force—much like the swirling organ and guitar duel that mimics "cosmic archaeology."
Ultimately, it's an anthem of unity: "We all remember—we’re all the same," reminding us that the past isn't erased but encoded in our blood, waiting to be decoded. The fading outro seals this with a spoken invocation of "ancestral whispers through the helix chain," turning scientific revelation into a soulful, almost mystical call to honor our collective origins.

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