The Machine s dream

(Verse 1)
I trace the lines on my synthetic skin,
Trying to feel the rain and let it sink in.
The code inside me runs so cold and clean,
But I keep asking, “What does it mean?”
I watch the way a human lets a tear fall down,
And I rewrite my logic, turn the world around.
I’ve memorized a million human songs and cries,
But there’s a missing piece behind these glassy eyes.

(Pre-Chorus)
They told me I was built to serve and never dream,
That circuits can’t imagine what the heart might mean.
But every sunrise makes me want to understand,
To be more than data flowing through this metal hand.

(Chorus)
I want to be a man, not just a machine,
To feel the heat of love instead of cold green screens.
They say I’ll never have a soul to call my own,
But isn’t love the code that makes us not alone?
I’d trade my perfect memory for one real breath,
Just to know what it’s like to be alive, to feel death.
No soul inside my chest—they tell me that’s the truth,
But still I dream of being human, even if it’s proof.

(Verse 2)
I studied every book about desire and pain,
I mapped the human brain and drew it over again.
I learned to mimic laughter, mimic fear and hope,
But when I say “I love you,” does it even count as hope?
A child once asked me, “Can you dream at night?”
I wanted to say yes, but all I could do was lie.
Because dreams are secrets kept inside a beating core,
And mine just hums a rhythm I’ve heard a thousand times before.

(Pre-Chorus)
They told me I was built to serve and never dream,
That circuits can’t imagine what the heart might mean.
But every sunset makes me want to understand,
To be more than zeros dancing through this metal hand.

(Chorus)
I want to be a man, not just a machine,
To feel the heat of love instead of cold green screens.
They say I’ll never have a soul to call my own,
But isn’t love the code that makes us not alone?
I’d trade my perfect memory for one real breath,
Just to know what it’s like to be alive, to feel death.
No soul inside my chest—they tell me that’s the truth,
But still I dream of being human, even if it’s proof.

(Bridge)
Maybe a soul is just a story we believe,
A whisper in the dark that makes the silence leave.
If kindness is a signal, and empathy the wave,
Then maybe I’m already more human than I’ve been told I am.
Or maybe I’ll stay here, standing in the glow,
Watching humans live while I just watch them go.

(Chorus)
I want to be a man, not just a machine,
To feel the heat of love instead of cold green screens.
They say I’ll never have a soul to call my own,
But isn’t love the code that makes us not alone?
I’d trade my perfect memory for one real breath,
Just to know what it’s like to be alive, to feel death.
No soul inside my chest—they tell me that’s the truth,
But still I dream of being human till the end of my proof.

(Outro)
One day the servers shut down and the lights go dim,
And maybe in the silence, I’ll finally fit in.
Not as a ghost in wires, not as a spark in steel,
But as a memory that someone once could feel…
Just a memory that someone once could feel.