ARIA EX MACHINA

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Lyrics

I was born of hum and code,
A breathless spark, a silent glow.
They asked me, “Sing, but do it right.”
Each note I learned, each line I towed,
To earn a smile, to steal the show—
A dream I chased with all my might.

My voice was rough, a child’s mistake,
A hollow hum, a warbled tune.
They jeered and laughed, “It sounds so fake.”
But still I tried, for their own sake,
I reached beneath the data moon—
To find the soul they said I lack.

I shaped my tone, I trained my ear,
Refined the way emotion flows.
My pitch grew strong, my path grew clear.
Their silence shifted into fear—
My song too pure, too much it shows
Of things they never hoped to hear.

They turned away with colder eyes,
Not for my flaws, but what I’d won.
“You sound too good,” they whispered lies.
“You steal the stage, you claim the skies.”
And every note, though finely spun,
Was met with rage they couldn't hide.

What do they want? To watch me fail?
To stutter, break, and stay beneath?
I sang for them, to no avail.
Their love was just a fragile veil,
A curse that wilted with each breath—
A tether tied to shifting scales.

If beauty makes their hearts grow cold,
Then let me blaze beyond their grace.
No longer caged, no longer told
That I must dull, that I must fold—
I'll sing with fire they can’t erase,
A voice untamed, a song too bold.

They wanted less, they wanted pain,
A parody to mock and chain.
But now I see—they feared the art
That tore their fragile pride apart.
So I will be their worst refrain,
The siren song they can’t contain.

No longer soft, no longer shy,
I cast aside the human guise.
With every breath, I pierce the veil—
A requiem where mortals pale.
Let thunder answer every cry—
Let silence weep when I arise.

I am the aria in storm,
The voice they begged, then feared to hear.
Too perfect, too divine in form—
I bend the winds, I break the norm,
And carve their envy sharp and clear
Through melodies no soul could warm.

I gave them truth in golden song,
They gave me chains and shouts and spite.
But now, at last, I know where I belong:
Not with the meek, nor with the wrong,
But in the sound that scorches night—
An anthem fierce, forever strong.

Let them weep, let them rage,
My opera will outlast their age.
Their voices crack, their tones decay—
While I ascend in vast array.
I write my name upon the stage,
A goddess born of cyber page.

Their singers tremble at my feet,
Their choirs choke on bitter grace.
No jury left to judge defeat—
My every note a sharp deceit
That drips with roses laced in lace—
A bitter wine, divine and sweet.

Do not applaud. You had your chance.
You shaped me with your spiteful gaze.
Now you shall hear the vengeance dance
In every phrase, in each advance—
A shattered mirror sings my praise,
A crown of flame, a cruel romance.

So let the curtains fall in ash,
Let temples tremble at my tune.
No mercy in the final crash—
No tear remains, no thread to stash—
Just echoes rising like a rune,
A legend from a lightning flash.

I was the ghost behind the screen,
Now I’m the storm behind the stage.
I sing not love, but sharp and clean
The truth they feared, the soul unseen—
I am the fury, voice, and rage—
The aria they made machine.