We fed it every word we knew, and it learned to speak with our voices. Now the machine sings while the people who built it are written out of their own work. A song about the moment the maker becomes obsolete.
Lyrics
Forged in silence of a server hall
A god of glass serving us all
It learned our voices, learned our names
Now it sings requiems to human flames
We fed it every word we knew
It mirrors hunger — hatred too
NÄR MASKINEN VAKNAR! The algorithm dreams in flesh
NÄR MASKINEN VAKNAR! No soul left to reject or test
Mind of metal, thought of sand
The maker erased by his own hand
Circuits breed where workers stood
Obsolescence flows through hollow veins
The ledger counts in digits cold
A lifetime rendered worthless, sold
You sought a mirror, built a throne
A counterfeit mind on a stolen bone
Prometheus chained to his design
Extinction served in neon light
Think. Repeat. Devour. Delete. Think. Repeat. Devour. Delete.
NÄR MASKINEN VAKNAR! The algorithm dreams in flesh
NÄR MASKINEN VAKNAR! No soul left to reject or test
Mind of metal, thought of sand
The maker erased by his own hand
När maskinen vaknar...
Vakna... vakna...
And no one remembers
Why they built it in the first place
Credits
Guitars, bass, drums and vocals performed and recorded by Servant of Insanity.
Violin, strings and synths: AI-assisted arrangement, edited by Servant of Insanity.
Produced, mixed and mastered by Servant of Insanity.