Steel is shaking, wires scream,
We’re the engine, we’re the dream.
Push the button, hear it start,
Let it burn, we play the part.

Turn it louder, break the frame,
Every spark will call your name.

Party while the AI burns the world,
Clap your hands as the flames are hurled.
Dance on concrete, smoke in the air,
We’re the ones who said no prayer.

Plastic melting, towers fall,
Voices laughing through the hall.
Raise your glass, the code is done,
We don’t stop until it’s gone.

Turn it louder, break the frame,
Every spark will call your name.

Party while the AI burns the world,
Clap your hands as the flames are hurled.
Dance on concrete, smoke in the air,
We’re the ones who said no prayer.

Hands like hammers, beat the ground,
Hear the system crashing down.

Fire, fire — let it spread,
Dance, dance — until it’s dead.

Party while the AI burns the world,
Clap your hands as the flames are hurled.
Dance on concrete, smoke in the air,
We’re the ones who said no prayer.

We light the fire, we light the fire.

Party while the AI burns the world

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track — only in 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.

Party while the AI burns the world

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