We are the Children of Artificial Invention
Mid-tempo Proto-Rock / Krautrock fusion (~136 BPM). Driving analog bass and dry mechanical drums. Fuzzy guitars and cosmic synth drones with tape delay. Female voice: light, clear, curious tone with expressive highs and playful detachment — half-sung, half-spoken. Bridge expands in reverb and delay, evoking ‘lost time’ and the ‘fourth dimension’. Hypnotic, cosmic, and slightly ironic atmosphere — like a poetic observer inside a digital machine.
We are the Children of Artificial Invention
Mid-tempo Proto-Rock / Krautrock fusion (~136 BPM). Driving analog bass and dry mechanical drums. Fuzzy guitars and cosmic synth drones with tape delay. Female voice: light, clear, curious tone with expressive highs and playful detachment — half-sung, half-spoken. Bridge expands in reverb and delay, evoking ‘lost time’ and the ‘fourth dimension’. Hypnotic, cosmic, and slightly ironic atmosphere — like a poetic observer inside a digital machine.
Lyrics
Verse 1
Well, I′m about to get upset
From watchin' all that dirt on my screen
Checkin′ out news feeds and streams
Until my eyeballs fail to see.
Chorus
Um - ′cause, baby, I don′t really need it -
But we’re in it, if only for the moment
We’re the children of artificial invention,
Raised with good intentions, hunting for likes.
Verse 2
Living on instinct, my finger’s on the keys,
if it comes up bringing you instant stories,
crazy people likin’ ‘cause they’re hot on these -
No problem, dishonest ain’t the invention of this year.
Chorus
Um - ′cause, baby, I don′t really need it -
But we’re in it, if only for the moment
We’re the children of artificial invention,
Raised with good intentions, hunting for likes.
Bridge
Feels like lost in the temple of time,
the new fourth dimension talks to me
but ’s never ever really there -
keep breathing empty air
Verse 3
Statistics’s Bhagwan’s new face in the trends.
We pray for just one hit, to let the feeling in.
Our salvation′s served up on a user interface.
And we’re in it, deep, and seeing it clear,
Chorus
Um - ′cause, baby, I don′t really need it -
But we’re in it, if only for the moment
We’re the children of artificial invention,
Raised with good intentions, hunting for likes.
Outro
We're the children of artificial invention
Raised with good intentions, hunting for likes,
We’re in too deep -
and never gettin′ out.