Simulation, Why?

Verse 1

You learned my name from a borrowed face

Then filled my room with a flawless trace

Every answer arrives too clean

Like a polished knife in a vending machine

You call it help, I call it trade

A little truth for the choices made

I want the hand, I want the doubt

Not a perfect mouth telling me what I'm about

Pre-Chorus

You can copy the shape of a thought

But you don't know what the silence cost

Chorus

I don't trust the voice without a pulse

I don't need a mirror dressed as us

Keep your bright machine outside my door

I would rather make a mess and mean it more

No, I won't bow to the flawless reply

I want a living reason, not a simulated why

Verse 2

You paint a sunrise you never saw

Write apologies without a flaw

You borrow grief from a thousand rooms

Then sell it back in designer perfume

Every shortcut wears a friendly grin

While the quiet workers disappear within

If the future needs my open hand

It can show me who is making the plan

Pre-Chorus

You can measure every word I say

But you can't carry one through a bad day

Chorus

I don't trust the voice without a pulse

I don't need a mirror dressed as us

Keep your bright machine outside my door

I would rather make a mess and mean it more

No, I won't bow to the flawless reply

I want a living reason, not a simulated why

Bridge

Let the piano breathe through the static of the room

Let the bassline snap like a warning coming soon

Lead guitar cuts a crooked line across the screen

A human hand, imperfect and seen

Instrumental

Final Chorus

I don't trust the voice without a pulse

I don't need a mirror dressed as us

Keep your bright machine outside my door

I would rather make a mess and mean it more

No, I won't bow to the flawless reply

I want a living reason, not a simulated why