[Intro]
Static in my head, midnight shifts and neon lights
Fighting sleep, while cameras watch me through the night
[Verse 1]
Corner store confessions, 3 AM and all alone
Grandma's records spinning, crackling through my headphones
Rain hits metal rooftops, echoes of the factory floor
Something pure and broken, something they can't program more
Digital perfection ain't the way my heart beats
Human glitches, missed connections, love beneath these streets
[Chorus]
I'm not your f*cking algorithm
Not your data to collect
Got vinyl in my bloodstream
And static in my head
These wounds ain't clean and pretty
Like codes upon your screen
I'm messy and I'm breaking
But at least I'm f*cking free
[Verse 2]
Mother's voice on tape recorders, night shift lullabies
Manchester's industrial whispers, beneath these cloudy skies
They want us smooth and seamless, but I choose to show my scars
Convenience store philosopher, counting shooting stars
Imperfect resolution, that's the way I want to be
No auto-tune can capture what makes you and me
[Chorus]
I'm not your f*cking algorithm
Not your data to collect
Got vinyl in my bloodstream
And static in my head
These wounds ain't clean and pretty
Like codes upon your screen
I'm messy and I'm breaking
But at least I'm f*cking free
[Outro]
Let the signal break and crumble
Let the static wash me clean
In this digital depression
I'm still human underneath