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They speak in loops, like broken wires,
smiles designed to just expire.
Hands extend but never stay
connection lost, thrown away.
I walk through noise that calls itself peace,
in crowds that never let you breathe.
But deep inside, beneath the skin,
there’s something real they can’t begin.
Synthetic emotions, scripted pain,
faces empty, dressed the same.
But I’m still raw, I’m still awake
I feel the burn they’d never take.
They sell their truths, then change the price,
fake concern behind cold eyes.
I tried to speak, they turned away
their world prefers the ones who play.
I won’t erase the scars I own,
I won’t pretend I’m not alone.
They laugh at dreams, I build from dust,
and walk through flames because I must.
Synthetic emotions, quiet rage,
built for screens, locked in a cage.
But I’m still raw, I’m still awake
I feel the burn they’d never take.
Call me strange for holding fire,
for not collapsing with the choir.
Let them drift, I’ll stand and fight
one honest spark against their night.
Synthetic emotions, all they know,
polished hearts that never grow.
But I’m still raw, I’m still awake
I feel the burn they’d never fake.
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Title Synthetic Emotions
ISRC QZZ7N2524083
They speak in loops, like broken wires,
smiles designed to just expire.
Hands extend but never stay
connection lost, thrown away.
I walk through noise that calls itself peace,
in crowds that never let you breathe.
But deep inside, beneath the skin,
there’s something real they can’t begin.
Synthetic emotions, scripted pain,
faces empty, dressed the same.
But I’m still raw, I’m still awake
I feel the burn they’d never take.
They sell their truths, then change the price,
fake concern behind cold eyes.
I tried to speak, they turned away
their world prefers the ones who play.
I won’t erase the scars I own,
I won’t pretend I’m not alone.
They laugh at dreams, I build from dust,
and walk through flames because I must.
Synthetic emotions, quiet rage,
built for screens, locked in a cage.
But I’m still raw, I’m still awake
I feel the burn they’d never take.
Call me strange for holding fire,
for not collapsing with the choir.
Let them drift, I’ll stand and fight
one honest spark against their night.
Synthetic emotions, all they know,
polished hearts that never grow.
But I’m still raw, I’m still awake
I feel the burn they’d never fake.
Work type Music
Tags emotions, synthetic
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Identifier 2601144262125
Entry date Jan 14, 2026, 8:28 AM UTC
License All rights reserved
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Author - Composer 100.00 %. Holder d._.dimension. Date Jan 14, 2026.
Author - Lyricist 100.00 %. Holder d._.dimension. Date Jan 14, 2026.
Author - Song producer 100.00 %. Holder d._.dimension. Date Jan 14, 2026.
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