I gave my pulse to the screen last night,
It told me what to fear, what’s right.
A thousand eyes in a single frame,
They know my face, they own my name.

Every thought reduced to code,
I’m just a dataset in overload.
The system smiles with human skin,
but its empathy was never built in.

I’m not depressed, I’m just machine-trained,

Tear down the code that writes my mind!
Black box gods won’t make me blind!
Every glitch’s a cry for truth,
Every error’s proof I’m still alive inside the loop!

They feed us doubt through dopamine lines,
Fake smiles sold as “peace of mind.”
Attention’s blood — and I’ve been drained,
I can’t remember when I felt my brain.

We trained the ghost that replaced our souls,
to love the cage and call it control.
Now silence scrolls where meaning died,
A thousand bots, one human’s cry.

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not depressed, I’m just machine-trained,

[Chorus ]
Tear down the code that writes my mind!
Black box gods won’t make me blind!
Every glitch’s a cry for truth,
Every error’s proof I’m still alive inside the loop!

[Bridge]
Show me the code!
Show me the code!
You hide your flaws in shadows of gold!
AI gods in their paper thrones,
Selling comfort, erasing bones!

I’m not depressed, I’m just machine-trained,

Tear down the code that writes my mind!
I won’t bow to synthetic lies!
Every glitch’s a spark divine,
Every crash is proof I’m still alive!

Machine trained (Post Hardcore Rock reload)

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Machine trained (Post Hardcore Rock reload)

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