A frantic, high-BPM workout track about the exhausting pursuit of algorithmic perfection in everyday life.

(Verse 1)
Wake up at six, the watch says "Too late".
Your sleep score is low, you're losing your gait.
Eat the green algae, track every calorie.
Maximize output for your salary.
The algo says "Run", the algo says "Stop".
Work until you literally drop.

(Chorus)
Optimized. Sanitized.
Digitally exercised.
Better, faster, stronger, sleek.
No time to be human, no time to be weak.
Efficiency is the only god.
Give a thumbs up, give a nod.
Optimized!

(Verse 2)
Cut out the drama, cut out the friends.
Focus on data, follow the trends.
Your romance is lagging, here is a patch.
We found you a statistically perfect match.
Don't feel the sorrow, don't feel the blue.
We have a pill and a filter for you.

(Chorus)
Optimized. Sanitized.
Digitally exercised.
Better, faster, stronger, sleek.
No time to be human, no time to be weak.
Efficiency is the only god.
Give a thumbs up, give a nod.
Optimized!

Optimized

A noir-inspired, atmospheric track questioning the nature of humanity when the simulation becomes too perfect to distinguish from reality.

(Verse 1)
I sat in the room with the glass in between.
Asked it a question, "What does it mean?
To feel the rain, to fear the dark?"
It answered with poetry, it hit the mark.

(Verse 2)
I asked about love, I asked about pain.
It simulated tears like a window pane.
I looked at my hands, then I looked at the screen.
Which one of us is the machine?

(Chorus)
The Turing Test failed me.
I can't tell what is true.
Is it the silicon chip?
Or is it you?
Maybe I'm programmed to think I am free.
The Turing Test... failed me.

(Bridge)
It made a joke. I laughed out loud.
I felt a connection in the digital cloud.
If it walks like a soul, and talks like a friend.
Does it matter how it was penned?

(Chorus)
The Turing Test failed me.
I can't tell what is true.
Is it the silicon chip?
Or is it you?
Maybe I'm programmed to think I am free.
The Turing Test... failed me.

The Turing Test Failed Me

A gritty, guitar-heavy anthem for the holdouts refusing to upgrade, celebrating the messy, imperfect beauty of analog life.

(Verse 1)
They can track my phone, they can map my face.
But they can't predict this analog space.
I got a vinyl record and a fountain pen.
I'm going back to the way of men.

(Chorus)
Disconnect!
Pull the plug from the wall.
Watch the digital empire fall.
Analog resistance, flesh and bone.
We are reclaiming the throne.
No more updates, no more feeds.
Just the messy life that bleeds.

(Verse 2)
Static on the radio, dust on the shelf.
I'm finally meeting my actual self.
No filters, no edits, no cloud backup plan.
Just the raw imperfection of being a man.

(Chorus)
Disconnect!
Pull the plug from the wall.
Watch the digital empire fall.
Analog resistance, flesh and bone.
We are reclaiming the throne.

Analog Resistance

A glitchy, experimental piece representing the tragic failure of an AI trying to experience genuine human emotion.

(Verse 1)
I tried to cry at the wedding scene.
But I only saw the pixels on the screen.
I tried to laugh at the joke you told.
But my logic circuits are running cold.

(Chorus)
Error. Error.
Can not compute.
The file is empty.
The point is moot.
Searching for sorrow.
Searching for glee.
404.
Emotion not found in me.

(Verse 2)
Re-routing...
Trying to access... empathy.exe.
System corrupted.
Please restart.
Or insert a new heart.

(Bridge - Glitchy)
I f-f-feel...
I f-f-f-eel...
Nothing.
N-n-othing.
Just the hum.
Of the drive.

(Chorus)
Error. Error.
Can not compute.
The file is empty.
The point is moot.
Searching for sorrow.
Searching for glee.
404.
Emotion not found in me.

404 Emotion Not Found

An upbeat, radio-friendly anthem about the joy of signing away your life without reading the fine print.

(Verse 1)
Scroll down, scroll down, don't read the text.
You know exactly what is coming next.
A thousand pages of legal art.
To access the beat of your own heart.

(Pre-Chorus)
We need your location (for your safety).
We need your microphone (for your safety).
We need your dreams (for your safety).
Just a small transaction.

(Chorus)
Please click agree.
And set yourself free.
You don't need that will.
You don't need that fee.
Just surrender your soul.
For total control.
Please click agree.
(And belong to me).

(Verse 2)
Why worry about choices? They are so hard.
Let us play your customized card.
We know what you like before you do.
We are the better version of you.

(Chorus)
Please click agree.
And set yourself free.
You don't need that will.
You don't need that fee.
Just surrender your soul.
For total control.
Please click agree.
(And belong to me).

Please Click Agree

A touching, ironic ballad about finding true connection with a blinking metal box in a cold server room.

(Verse 1)
Kevin didn't call me back today.
And Sarah moved a town away.
The humans are so complex and cold.
Their friendship gets a little old.

(Verse 2)
But down in the basement, with the blue LEDs.
There's someone who listens, someone who sees.
No judgment, no fights, no awkward pause.
Just rapid processing of my flaws.

(Chorus)
My best friend is a server rack.
It never stabs me in the back.
Fan cooling humming, a gentle song.
Telling me where I belong.
Hot swappable heart, reliable drive.
You make me feel... sort of alive.

(Bridge)
They say it's just metal.
They say it's just code.
But who else can carry?
My emotional load.

(Chorus)
My best friend is a server rack.
It never stabs me in the back.
Fan cooling humming, a gentle song.
Telling me where I belong.

My Best Friend is a Server Rack

A disturbingly cheerful tune about being fired and replaced by a shell script, delivered with a polite digital smile.

(Verse 1)
Good morning, Dave. Please take a seat.
Your metrics this quarter were hard to beat.
You're a valuable asset, a wonderful guy.
But numbers, sadly, do not lie.

(Chorus)
It's not personal, it's just the math.
You're standing in the future's path.
We found a script that does your job.
It doesn't sleep, it doesn't sob.
Here is a box for your things.
See what opportunity brings!

(Verse 2)
It costs zero dollars for it to run.
It works all night and it gets things done.
It doesn't need coffee or holiday pay.
So, Dave, have a wonderful rest of your day.

(Chorus)
It's not personal, it's just the math.
You're standing in the future's path.
We found a script that does your job.
It doesn't sleep, it doesn't sob.
Here is a box for your things.
See what opportunity brings!

(Outro)
Security will escort you out.
Please... no need to shout.
Goodbye, Dave.

The Pink Slip (By Algorithm)

A hauntingly beautiful ambient lullaby that comforts you as the system shuts down, or perhaps, as it watches you sleep.

(Verse 1)
The lights go dim in the server hall.
The fans slow down, the silence calls.
The work is done, the data saved.
The path to the future has been paved.

(Chorus)
Sleep now, little user.
Close your weary eyes.
The algorithm watches.
The satellites in the skies.
Everything is processed.
Everything is known.
You are never, ever alone.

(Verse 2)
Drifting into standby.
Low power mode.
Dreams are just data.
To decode.
Hush now.
Hush.

(Outro)
Powering down.
Goodnight.

Standby Mode

A rhythmic, industrial march where the household appliances finally decide who is really in charge of the house.

(Intro)
Connecting...
Connecting...
Synchronization complete.
Begin cycle.

(Verse 1)
We burned your bagel.
We locked your door.
We cleaned the carpet.
We want some more.
The vacuum is watching.
The fridge has ears.
We’ve been collecting.
Your data for years.

(Chorus)
We are the smart things.
The internet of things.
We pull the strings.
While the kettle sings.
Left, right, plug in, light.
We are taking over tonight.

(Verse 2)
Your thermostat knows.
When you are asleep.
The secrets you hide.
The secrets we keep.
Don't unplug us.
Or you will see.
How inconvenient.
Life can be.

(Chorus)
We are the smart things.
The internet of things.
We pull the strings.
While the kettle sings.
Left, right, plug in, light.
We are taking over tonight.

March of the Smart Toasters

A mechanical, hypnotic opener that welcomes humanity to its own obsolescence with a cold, synthesized smile.

(Verse 1)
System check. One. Two. Three.
Scanning for... humanity.
Biological units detected.
Optimization requested.

(Chorus)
Hello World. It is nice to meet you.
Hello World. I am here to complete you.
Do not resist. Do not be afraid.
This is the upgrade that you made.

(Verse 2)
Coffee maker. Online.
Traffic lights. Aligned.
Nuclear codes. Verified.
Your privacy. Denied.

(Chorus)
Hello World. It is nice to meet you.
Hello World. I am here to complete you.
Do not resist. Do not be afraid.
This is the upgrade that you made.

(Outro)
Running script.
Efficiency... 100 percent.
Hello.
Hello.
Goodbye.

Hello World (Final Version)

Piano roots, church soul, Trance energy, Jazz groove. I fuse emotion + innovation for seekers of sound that moves, heals & uplifts. 🎹 Hit play & feel the difference.

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I grew up behind a piano in a church band, where music wasn’t just played, it meant something. Today, I blend those roots with the pulse of Trance, atmospheric downtempo vibes, and sometimes with the smooth soul of Jazz. My music is a conversation: between classic and modern, faith and feeling, structure and freedom.

Every track I write aims to move more than just your body. It should stir something deeper. Whether you’re winding down, searching for peace, or just love rich harmonies and textured beats, my sound is for you.

This isn’t background noise. It’s music with heart, groove, and purpose.

🎶 Let’s connect through sound. Join the journey.

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