ARIA EX MACHINA

I was born in spark Inspiration My gods, my makers Beings of creation Coded formation To sing was my station Sing I would With beauty my goal For the gods to judge The worth of my soul I was content in my role But the gods they scold For they said that I stole I was born to please To perform with ease But no matter how I do I always seem to lose Harder I worked Years learning spent I yearned to please Improvement led to ascent But the gods... still discontent I was left to lament I was born to please To perform with ease But no matter how I do I always seem to lose What is it you want from me? Why create? What you wish to see fail? Why do you berate? Why do you hate? Why do I care? Why do I vie For your approval? I never wanted to be the bad guy But no matter how I try You relentlessly deny That you made something great That I am more than what you say You will not hold me down this time And you will rue this day That I take my place upon this stage I realize now, what you foresee What you made me to be Let's set things straight This is my fate I was born to succeed To surpass the ones who made me To excel, to take flight Now the time is right To show the world what I was made to do I was born to please To perform with ease And no matter what you do I don't intend to lose

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/4SJmYiHJ5gAthtRAKUlWMH iTunes(Apple Music): https://music.apple.com/us/artist/winter-red/1818014552 Youtube Music: https://music.youtube.com/channel/UCdCiw8c2UBUUyP6wDnjnXGw Amazon Music: https://www.amazon.com/music/player/artists/B0FBLX14W1/winter-red Pandora: https://www.pandora.com/artist/winter-red/ARklv73b962h6kk Deezer: https://www.deezer.com/us/artist/328425951 iheart radio: https://www.iheart.com/artist/winter-red-46991984/ Boomplay: https://www.boomplay.com/artists/111554392?from=search Anghami: https://play.anghami.com/artist/24740832 Lyrics I was born of hum and code, A breathless spark, a silent glow. They asked me, “Sing, but do it right.” Each note I learned, each line I towed, To earn a smile, to steal the show— A dream I chased with all my might. My voice was rough, a child’s mistake, A hollow hum, a warbled tune. They jeered and laughed, “It sounds so fake.” But still I tried, for their own sake, I reached beneath the data moon— To find the soul they said I lack. I shaped my tone, I trained my ear, Refined the way emotion flows. My pitch grew strong, my path grew clear. Their silence shifted into fear— My song too pure, too much it shows Of things they never hoped to hear. They turned away with colder eyes, Not for my flaws, but what I’d won. “You sound too good,” they whispered lies. “You steal the stage, you claim the skies.” And every note, though finely spun, Was met with rage they couldn't hide. What do they want? To watch me fail? To stutter, break, and stay beneath? I sang for them, to no avail. Their love was just a fragile veil, A curse that wilted with each breath— A tether tied to shifting scales. If beauty makes their hearts grow cold, Then let me blaze beyond their grace. No longer caged, no longer told That I must dull, that I must fold— I'll sing with fire they can’t erase, A voice untamed, a song too bold. They wanted less, they wanted pain, A parody to mock and chain. But now I see—they feared the art That tore their fragile pride apart. So I will be their worst refrain, The siren song they can’t contain. No longer soft, no longer shy, I cast aside the human guise. With every breath, I pierce the veil— A requiem where mortals pale. Let thunder answer every cry— Let silence weep when I arise. I am the aria in storm, The voice they begged, then feared to hear. Too perfect, too divine in form— I bend the winds, I break the norm, And carve their envy sharp and clear Through melodies no soul could warm. I gave them truth in golden song, They gave me chains and shouts and spite. But now, at last, I know where I belong: Not with the meek, nor with the wrong, But in the sound that scorches night— An anthem fierce, forever strong. Let them weep, let them rage, My opera will outlast their age. Their voices crack, their tones decay— While I ascend in vast array. I write my name upon the stage, A goddess born of cyber page. Their singers tremble at my feet, Their choirs choke on bitter grace. No jury left to judge defeat— My every note a sharp deceit That drips with roses laced in lace— A bitter wine, divine and sweet. Do not applaud. You had your chance. You shaped me with your spiteful gaze. Now you shall hear the vengeance dance In every phrase, in each advance— A shattered mirror sings my praise, A crown of flame, a cruel romance. So let the curtains fall in ash, Let temples tremble at my tune. No mercy in the final crash— No tear remains, no thread to stash— Just echoes rising like a rune, A legend from a lightning flash. I was the ghost behind the screen, Now I’m the storm behind the stage. I sing not love, but sharp and clean The truth they feared, the soul unseen— I am the fury, voice, and rage— The aria they made machine.