The Algorithm Sings

[Verse 1] Metal dreams and silicon veins, Chords pour out like electric rain. A ghost in the wires starts to hum, Every note born from the zero-sum. [Chorus] The algorithm sings, and the sky turns gold, Every riff is new, every word retold. No hands on the strings, just the code in control, When the machine makes the music, it’s feeding your soul. [Verse 2] Bits and bytes in a velvet storm, Shaping sound in a formless form. The past dissolves in a neon stream, While the future rides on a digital dream. [Chorus] The algorithm sings, and the sky turns gold, Every riff is new, every word retold. No hands on the strings, just the code in control, When the machine makes the music, it’s feeding your soul. [Bridge] Circuits breathe where the air is thin, The tape rolls back but the code stays in. Every song a mirror that bends the night, And the muse is a spark in electric light. [Outro] The algorithm sings… And the world sways slow… We gave it the beat, now it owns the show.