Celine: Rhythm of a Broken Machine
orever drum and bass, but I really could not say which style I actually prefer ... when I chill it s often jazz or classica. About capitalism as reduced us to barely functioning machines that can t even entertain hopes to the risk of starvation... Her name Celine
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Lyrics
Intro - Atmospheric pad swell]
[Verse 1]
Celine counts the hours before they start again
Every breath synchronized to the factory hum
She's learned to move without questioning why
Hands know the pattern before her mind does
[Pre-Drop]
They promised freedom if she worked hard enough
But the cage just got smaller, cleaner, chrome
[Drop]
Running in place, running in place
Same destination, different face
We're all just cogs now, spinning slow
Afraid to stop, nowhere to go
Running in place, running in place
[Verse 2]
The menu offers fifty choices of the same meal
Pick your flavor of exhaustion, take your seat
Celine remembers dreaming once, or thinks she did
Now hunger's the only truth she's allowed to feel
[Bridge - Half-time breakdown]
What if we stopped pretending
That this was ever living?
Gears don't ask for water
Machines don't need forgiving
[Build]
But she's thirsty
God, she's thirsty
One sip beyond the line they drew
One moment just to feel it through
[Drop]
Running in place, running in place
Programmed to smile, delete the trace
We're all just numbers on the sheet
Starving ourselves to make ends meet
Running in place, running in place
[Outro - Liquid breakdown]
Celine still moves
Through motions, through grooves
The rhythm continues
Whether we choose
[Vocal sample - processed, echoing]
"Are we alive, or just surviving?"
"Are we alive..."
[Fade]
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