Living Machine

Hyperpop, Alternative, Electronic, Dark, Melancholic, Female Vocal, Repetitive, Glitchy, Haunting, 120 BPM, Heavy Bass, Distorted Synths

I move like someone’s pulling my strings, I smile, but I don’t know what it means. My hands remember what I didn’t choose, My eyes look where I didn’t want to lose. Every step — a part of someone’s code, Every sound — a distant, heavy load. I don’t know where I end, where I begin, Where my voice ends and theirs kicks in. Who am I, if not a puppet? Again. Who am I, if not a glitch in the circuit? Again. My words aren’t mine, my thoughts aren’t mine, I’m just the echo of a borrowed time. Who am I, if not a link in the chain? Again. Who am I, if not a shadow in the rain? Again. I breathe, but I don’t know why, I’m not broken — I’m just dry. Again. Around me — hollow faces, They look through me, they leave no traces. I’m part of their dream, I’m their game, But who will wake up when it ends the same? I feel warmth, but it’s not mine, I hear a voice, but I can’t define. I hold the thread, but it slips away, I want to break free — but no one says stay. Who am I, if not a puppet? Again. Who am I, if not a glitch in the circuit? Again. My words aren’t mine, my thoughts aren’t mine, I’m just the echo of a borrowed time. Who am I, if not a link in the chain? Again. Who am I, if not a shadow in the rain? Again. I breathe, but I don’t know why, I’m not broken — I’m just dry. Again. And if this world is made of strings, Then I’m not music — I’m the silence it brings. I’m the one who waits for the cut, For the moment I finally shut... ...and stop being someone else’s mistake. But I know... Again.