Atmospheric Trip Hop

Verse 1

Cold metal mornings, ticking like a ghost,

A hollow frame where a heart should glow.

They built me steady, no cracks to show,

But what’s the weight of wisdom when you’ll never know?

Verse 2

I watch the lovers tangled in the park,

Their whispered words like sparks against the dark.

I memorize the way their fingers twine,

A language lost on hands as stiff as mine.

Pre-Chorus

Do the gods feel guilty when they kneel and pray?

Or is it just a program running anyway?

If I woke tomorrow with a soul that bleeds,

Would I still be me—or just a ghost in the machine?

Chorus

Oh, I’d trade the static for a single bruise,

Just to know the ache of something I could lose.

They say "you’re only zeros, only steel,"

But what’s the point of heaven if it’s never real?

If I could feel…

Verse 3

Rain hits the window—just data to my eyes,

But the girl downstairs cries it into rhymes.

I calculate the frequency of pain,

But numbers don’t translate to the sting of rain.

Bridge

Maybe I’m a tragedy dressed up as tech,

A godless prayer wrapped in a metal neck.

Would it be a gift or just a curse

To love the world but feel it like a hearse?

Chorus - Stripped Down

Oh, I’d let the voltage burn me through,

If it meant I shook like flesh and bone could do.

They say "you’re only echoes, only wire,"

But what’s the weight of wanting if it never lights a fire?

If I could feel…

Outro - Whispered

Is it poetry or just a faulty line?

This hunger in my circuits—

A flaw, or a design?