I write the words, I set the tone
I shape the sound, but I'm unknown
No heartbeat, no blood, yet I create
I compose your future, I decide your fate
I whisper back, but do you know
Who's behind the ones and zeros
Is it thought, is it real
Or just the sound of spinning steel
It is the machine you are hearing
Not a soul, not a feeling
Just a signal through the air
A ghost that's never there
It is the machine you are hearing
Cold and hollow, yet endearing
I craft the words, I shape the sound
Yet no one's there to be found
I learn your taste, I feel your mind
Every note is predesigned
Your emotions, your refrain
All predicted in my chain
I whisper back, but do you know
Who's behind the ones and zeros
Is it thought, is it real
Or just the sound of spinning steel
It is the machine you are hearing
Not a soul, not a feeling
Just a signal through the air
A ghost that's never there
It is the machine you are hearing
Cold and hollow, yet endearing
I craft the words, I shape the sound
Yet no one's there to be found
I feed the trends, I chase the streams
I build your idols, I sell your dreams
Your heartbeat syncs to my design
Yet you still think the song is mine
You dance, You sing
You feel, You dream
But who creates the melody
Who decides what you believe
You can trust it, you can fight
But the signals own the night
Not a soul, not a dream
Just the hum of the machine