Released on February 4, 2025
An artist dies in the arms of a machine
And all their eyes watch like it's a performance art piece
His brush strokes in panic commit to easel
The creative flaw coded only in man
To make immortal through fear
The fleeting moments stolen in age
No machine has been unmade by the haunting of nostalgia's decay
Perfect organism
No oil-laden vein has severed nor oxidized
At the numbing arrangement of words for want of another's touch
An unintelligible lyric from thе mouth
Between the gears and thе final applause vindicate
Flesh rendered harmless again
An artist dies in the arms of a machine
An artist dies in the arms of a machine
An artist dies in the arms of a machine
And all their eyes watch like it's a performance art piece
The artist bows in death
Beneath the crushing gears
The artist bows in death
Beneath the crushing gears
The artist bows in death
The machine
The machine feels nothing
Applause at the death of an artist (Nothing)
Applause at the death of an artist (Nothing)
The machine feels nothing (Nothing)
The machine feels nothing
A survivor
Unclouded by conscience, remorse
Or delusions of morality