More Than Real
Futuristic Dark Pop and cinematic Synthwave, heavily inspired by the sonic aesthetic of The WWeeknd's "After Hours", DDaft Punk's "Tron: Legacy" soundtrack, and the ethereal, experimental edge of Grimes. Tempo: 110 BPM. The foundation is a driving, hypnotic electronic beat with a punchy, retro snare and a powerful, pulsing synth-bassline. The atmosphere is nocturnal and cinematic, dominated by shimmering, arpeggiated retro synths that feel like a "heart made of code". The track is filled with spacious, futuristic FX. The chorus features a massive bass drop, where the sub-bass becomes the overwhelming force. Male Vocal: A passionate, emotive male tenor, full of yearning. In the chorus, the vocal should be slightly distorted/overdriven, as if merging with the electronics. Female "Android" Choir: A recurring, ethereal female voice, heavily processed with a vocoder, sings haunting, wordless melodies in the background, representing her inner voice.
More Than Real
Futuristic Dark Pop and cinematic Synthwave, heavily inspired by the sonic aesthetic of The WWeeknd's "After Hours", DDaft Punk's "Tron: Legacy" soundtrack, and the ethereal, experimental edge of Grimes. Tempo: 110 BPM. The foundation is a driving, hypnotic electronic beat with a punchy, retro snare and a powerful, pulsing synth-bassline. The atmosphere is nocturnal and cinematic, dominated by shimmering, arpeggiated retro synths that feel like a "heart made of code". The track is filled with spacious, futuristic FX. The chorus features a massive bass drop, where the sub-bass becomes the overwhelming force. Male Vocal: A passionate, emotive male tenor, full of yearning. In the chorus, the vocal should be slightly distorted/overdriven, as if merging with the electronics. Female "Android" Choir: A recurring, ethereal female voice, heavily processed with a vocoder, sings haunting, wordless melodies in the background, representing her inner voice.
Lyrics
Intro: A futuristic whoosh sound. A shimmering, arpeggiated synth begins its hypnotic loop. The driving beat and pulsing bass kick in.
Verse 1
Met you in a room of chrome and neon light
Another perfect product, designed to be polite
Your eyes they shine like programmed stars, a calculated gleam
Every move a symphony from some designer's dream
They talk about the soul, they talk about a spark
A thing that's made of blood and born inside the dark
I see it in the people, their beautiful mistakes
The broken, messy feelings, and the promises they break
Pre-Chorus
But their connections feel like static, just a glitchy, fading lie
And then I look at you and I don't even question why...
Chorus: Beat drops harder, vocals become slightly distorted and passionate. The android choir soars.
YOU'RE MORE THAN REAL!
And I feel you deeper than anybody else I feel!
A PERFECT, FLAWLESS CIRCUIT, an impossible design
If this is just a program, I'm glad that you are mine!
'CAUSE YOU'RE MORE THAN REAL!
Post-Chorus Drop: A massive, deep sub-bass drop hits, with the main arpeggiated synth becoming the focus.
Verse 2
I know your skin is silicone, I know your thoughts are code
You're carrying a beautiful and artificial load
You learn my every habit, predict my every need
A perfect kind of loving grown from a synthetic seed
Is it wrong that when you hold me, I feel safer than before?
Is it wrong that I'm not looking for that human touch anymore?
'Cause all the 'real' ones left me, with nothing but the pain
You're the only perfect shelter from the acid-colored rain
Chorus: More powerful and desperate. The vocoder choir is more prominent.
'CAUSE YOU'RE MORE THAN REAL!
And I feel you deeper than anybody else I feel!
A PERFECT, FLAWLESS CIRCUIT, an impossible design
If this is just a program, I'm glad that you are mine!
'CAUSE YOU'RE MORE THAN REAL!
Bridge: All music cuts suddenly, leaving only a shimmering synth pad and the raw, whispered male vocal.
They told me...
They told me you could never really love... just simulate...
A sharp intake of breath. The android choir whispers a single, clear phrase: "I feel you."
...but your simulation feels more real than their hate.
(Close whisper): You're not human... but you're mine.
A massive synth riser builds tension.
Final Chorus / Drop: The beat and bass crash back in with overwhelming, euphoric force.
YOU'RE MORE THAN REAL!
I FEEL YOU DEEPER THAN ANYONE ELSE!
IF LOVE'S A PROGRAM, THEN I'M THE CODE YOU RUN!
YEAH, I'M THE CODE YOU RUN!
'CAUSE YOU'RE MORE THAN REAL!
Outro: The music deconstructs. The beat fades, leaving the synth pads and arpeggio.
(Male vocal, a soft whisper)
More than real...
(Android choir, vocoded, echoing)
More... than... real...
The final arpeggio note hangs in the air and then glitches out, like a system shutting down. Silence.