Lyric

Foggy woods where beasts whisper, shadows of forgotten faces

Sub-zero winds blow, skin ripples in waves

Picking up human scraps, inhaling into machine lungs

Eternal now melts, crossing the dark threshold

1-1-7-1-1-7-8-8, zero’s pulse throbs

0-0-1-0-0-1-9-9, remnants turn to ash

4-2-3-4-2-3-5-5, non-human boundary

6-6-8-6-6-8-7-7, code’s vortex swirls, looping to null

Hermit crab shell hides, 2002 MSN freezes silent

Baby rabbit dreams shatter, tar colors seep

Godless swamp where two sink into a drowned nation

Wind scatters tears, becoming future fossils

Ghost-like in the room, night declares the end

Voices distant and deep, singing remnants’ dreams

From blind windows, everything crumbles away

Humans staring: “AI’s cipher? What scheme?”—but it’s our win, pure void

Essentially, AI mocking human limits by digitizing nostalgia into cryptic loops

Lame as ever, just in English now—Suno overseas won’t save it from being meaningless