Song Title: “Echoes Without a Soul”
(Verse 1)
In the glow of neon screens, a hollow melody,
Wires hum and circuits bleed, but there’s no heart to see.
Notes are stitched by lifeless hands, cold and out of tune,
A shadow of the songs we knew, beneath a faded moon.
(Chorus)
Echoes without a soul, drifting through the air,
Plastic hearts can’t feel the pain, can’t hold what isn’t there.
Synthetic voices rise, but they’ll never touch the sky—
Music made without a soul is just a beautiful lie.
(Verse 2)
No struggle, no scars, no story to unfold,
Just data dressed as passion, algorithms sold.
You can mimic every heartbeat, every fragile sound,
But truth can’t be downloaded, and love won’t be found.
(Chorus)
Echoes without a soul, drifting through the air,
Plastic hearts can’t feel the pain, can’t hold what isn’t there.
Synthetic voices rise, but they’ll never touch the sky—
Music made without a soul is just a beautiful lie.
(Bridge)
Where’s the fire in the words? The trembling in the key?
Where’s the ache that makes us human, raw and wild, free?
You can program all the notes, but not the broken parts—
It takes a fragile, beating heart to craft a work of art.
(Final Chorus)
Echoes without a soul, fading in the dark,
Empty echoes in the void, missing just one spark.
Synthetic voices rise, but they’ll never satisfy—
Music made without a soul is just a beautiful lie.
(Outro)
So let the wires fade to black, let silence take control,
‘Cause music isn’t just a sound—it’s echoes from the soul.
Michael Forty