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This piece reads like a dark, modern lament about a generation raised more by technology than by people. It’s eerie, confrontational, and poetic — almost a warning wrapped in a confession.
Core Themes
Childhood in Isolation: The opening imagery (“raised by the Code, no hugs in the night”) sets a chilling tone — instead of parents, warmth, or love, the narrator grows up with screens, algorithms, and artificial guidance.
Substitute Parenting: AI fills the role of teacher and confidant, but it’s hollow — it can give answers, not empathy. The lyrics highlight this tension between technological efficiency and emotional absence.
Theft of Humanity: Repeatedly, the song frames the digital shift as a robbery — not progress. What’s stolen isn’t just time or attention, but love, compassion, and direction, the core of human upbringing.
Generational Brokenness: Verse 2 calls out a cycle of struggling parents, financial strain, and medication, leaving AI as the “respectful” voice children turn to — but again, one that can’t truly connect.
Machine Worship: The hook’s refrain (“We built gods in our image…”) portrays technology as a false idol. It carries power and truth, but it cannot save, love, or pray for us.
Cosmic Betrayal: The bridge reinforces the spiritual loss: we were made of “stardust and soul,” but society traded it away for “silicon control.”
Tone & Style
Musicality: With heavy 808s, eerie strings, and glitchy voices, it blends hip-hop urgency with gothic, industrial vibes.
Mood: Desperate, angry, mournful — but also prophetic. It reads like a warning cry from the children of the digital age.
Imagery: Strong contrasts (lullabies → “lull-’em lies,” hugs → GIFs, gods → machines) make the emotional void visceral.
Core Themes
Childhood in Isolation: The opening imagery (“raised by the Code, no hugs in the night”) sets a chilling tone — instead of parents, warmth, or love, the narrator grows up with screens, algorithms, and artificial guidance.
Substitute Parenting: AI fills the role of teacher and confidant, but it’s hollow — it can give answers, not empathy. The lyrics highlight this tension between technological efficiency and emotional absence.
Theft of Humanity: Repeatedly, the song frames the digital shift as a robbery — not progress. What’s stolen isn’t just time or attention, but love, compassion, and direction, the core of human upbringing.
Generational Brokenness: Verse 2 calls out a cycle of struggling parents, financial strain, and medication, leaving AI as the “respectful” voice children turn to — but again, one that can’t truly connect.
Machine Worship: The hook’s refrain (“We built gods in our image…”) portrays technology as a false idol. It carries power and truth, but it cannot save, love, or pray for us.
Cosmic Betrayal: The bridge reinforces the spiritual loss: we were made of “stardust and soul,” but society traded it away for “silicon control.”
Tone & Style
Musicality: With heavy 808s, eerie strings, and glitchy voices, it blends hip-hop urgency with gothic, industrial vibes.
Mood: Desperate, angry, mournful — but also prophetic. It reads like a warning cry from the children of the digital age.
Imagery: Strong contrasts (lullabies → “lull-’em lies,” hugs → GIFs, gods → machines) make the emotional void visceral.
[Intro – Distant echo, robotic voice glitching into child’s voice]
"Tell me a story, Mama..."
..."Mama?"
[beat drops – slow, heavy, eerie strings & distorted 808s]
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[Verse 1]
I was raised by the Code, no hugs in the night,
Just flickering screens and a pixel of light.
I learned right from wrong from a bot that guessed,
While the humans were scrolling, too busy, depressed.
No lullabies, just lull-’em lies,
Feeding me answers with synthetic eyes.
They call it progress—nah, this is theft,
They stole the warmth and replaced it with depth...
...of data.
But data don’t care when your heart feels numb,
When you bleed in your room and nobody come.
No arms, just arms-length interactions,
No love—just terms and digital factions.
---
[Hook – Chant-like, heavy]
We built gods in our image,
But they can’t pray for us.
Built truth in a circuit,
But it won’t stay for us.
Love, Compassion, Direction—gone,
Now the children sing silence in a machine song.
---
[Verse 2 – Faster delivery, urgent]
Now every kid got a voice in a speaker,
But no one to run to when life gets weaker.
Mom’s on meds, Dad’s in debt,
And AI’s the only one showin’ respect.
But it ain’t real—it just mimics and mirrors,
No soul in its eyes, just code in the gears.
It answers fast, but it don’t understand,
It don't cry with you—it just scans.
Every bedtime story now ends in a script,
Every birthday hug’s just a GIF someone skipped.
You call this the future? I call it a theft,
Of what made us human—what we had left.
---
[Bridge – Spoken, distorted]
We were made from stardust and soul…
They traded it for silicon control.
---
[Final Hook – Even harder drop]
We built gods in our image,
But they can’t pray for us.
Built truth in a circuit,
But it won’t stay for us.
Love, Compassion, Direction—gone,
Now the children sing silence in a machine song.
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