Man Mad Machine

**[Intro]**  
*[Synthy arpeggios flickering like dying LEDs, distant reversed]*

[vocal whispers]: 
“upload… upload…”

*[Kick drum stutters in, hi-hats skitter like corrupted data.  
Bass line drops—wobbly, detuned, angry.]*

**[Verse 1]**  
I traded veins for fiber-optic scars  
Traded breath for server fans and bars  
They said, “No more pain, no more graves”  
Just endless days in simulated waves  

But the pixels age, the code decays  
My perfect face is cracking in the haze  
I flex these hands that never shake  
But inside I’m starting to break  

**[Pre-Chorus]**  
Glitch in the garden, flower turns to dust  
Lovers stutter, repeat, repeat, repeat—rust  
I scream at the sky but the sky’s just lines  
Of someone else’s perfect design  

**[Chorus]**  
I’m growing old in a man-made machine  
Eternal youth was a beautiful lie, so obscene  
Entropy’s eating the dream that they sold  
I’m growing old, growing old, growing old  
In the cold of the code  

**[Verse 2]**  
Year fifty: mansion’s falling apart  
Ghost in the shell with a ghost in my heart  
Mirror lags, reflection melts slow  
Who’s that stranger wearing my glow?  

They patched in “authenticity”  
So I’d feel the weight of infinity  
But feeling forever is a different hell  
When there’s no one left to say farewell  

**[Pre-Chorus]**  
Alarms in the distance, servers overheat  
The world outside forgot our heartbeat  
I claw at the walls but the walls just laugh  
In binary, in binary, in binary—crash  

**[Chorus]**  
I’m growing old in a man-made machine  
Eternal youth was a beautiful lie, so obscene  
Entropy’s eating the dream that they sold  
I’m growing old, growing old, growing old  
In the cold of the code  

**[Bridge – Glitch Breakdown]**  
(Everything drops to pulsing sub-bass and stuttering vocal chops)  
“Let—let—let—let go…”  
Static swells.  
Distorted guitar feedback howls like a dying modem.  
Drums slam back in—double-time, chaotic.  
Screamed:  
I DON’T WANT FOREVER IF IT FEELS LIKE THIS!  
REBOOT ME, DELETE ME, GIVE ME THE ABYSS!  

**[Final Chorus – Explosive]**  
(Key lifts, walls of synths and overdriven guitars)  
I’m growing old in a man-made machine  
But I’d rather burn than stay pristine  
Scatter my bits like stars in the night  
Let me dissolve in the failing light  

I’m growing old, growing old—and it’s fine  
Finally learning how to die  
In the cold of the code  
In the cold of the code  
(Let it overload)  

**[Outro]**  
*[Synths unravel into descending arpeggios.]*  
*[Last kick drum hits fade into heartbeat monitor flatline.]*
*[Faint whisper under the noise]*: 
 
“Time conquers all… even us.”  
Static. Silence.  

**End.**

Indie Rock, Electronic, Rage Pop, Glitchy, Dystopian, Cyberpunk, Anthemic, Overdriven, Ethereal, Emo Breakdown, Rock Pop