Automatic

(Sound: The clean electronic chime loops seamlessly into a sharp, driving club kick drum. A heavy, warm cyberpunk bassline slams in immediately, locking the crowd into a fast, hypnotic groove.)

(Vocal is clean, dry, and coolly confident—no more crying, no more screaming)

Yeah. The system rebooted perfectly.Watch this.

(Style: Driving Electronic Pulse. The four-on-the-floor kick drum drives the rhythm while bright synth arpeggios weave through the background. The vocal delivery is fast, relaxed, and completely unbothered.)

I upgraded my whole life, honestly. I finally cleared out all that background static.

You’re still stuck in the exact same place, neutral gear, while I’m moving automatic.

(Vocal glitch pans left-to-right: au-au-au-tomatic)

My friends told me you blocked my number but you keep asking them about me.

You’re trying so hard to trace where my new chapter begins, it’s sad.

I’m a front-page headline story now, and you’re just yesterday’s news.

A luxury tax that I am more than happy to lose.

(Cinematic French horns blow a quick, powerful warning blast in the background)

Did it hurt your ego when you saw that I actually survived?

Because the second I got out of your shadow, I finally arrived.

(Style: The Neon Build-up. The pulsing bassline opens up into wide, warm frequencies. Soaring orchestral string layers start scaling upward rapidly, creating a massive wave of anticipation. The snare drum rolls accelerate into a stadium-sized peak.)

(Vocal scales up into a powerful, emotional belt)

You really thought you could freeze me inside of your little world forever.

But I tore down those walls and I didn't even look back.

The engine is humming, the air is clear, I’m stepping on the gas and I'm completely out of here!

(The driving bassline pulls back for a split second of pure, echoing sub-bass pressure)

(Shouted) CRUISE CONTROL!

[Chorus – THE HIGH-SPEED DROP](Style: Pure Mainstage Energy. A massive, throbbing synthesizer bassline tears through the center of the mix, pumping aggressively over a ground-shaking sub-bass. Soaring cinematic french horns and full symphonic string stacks blast an incredibly epic, triumphant melody over a heavy club beat.)

AUTOMATIC!

(The bass slams in, driving the dancefloor forward)

I’M OPERATING ON A BRAND NEW FREQUENCY!

NO MORE ACCIDENTS, NO MORE CRASHING!

(Vocal slices loop dynamically through the bright production: "AU-TO-MATIC!")

YEAH, I’M MOVING ON APART FROM ALL YOUR DRAMA!

AND I’M NEVER LOOKING BACK AT WHAT WE BURNT DOWN!

(Style: Bouncy, effortless delivery. The heavy brass pulls back, leaving only the relentless kick drum, the pulsing bassline, and sharp, rhythmic string staccatos.)

It’s so quiet over here on the winning side, you have no idea.

No more walking on eggshells in my own house. No more places to hide.

You’re still stuck in that exact same swamp, recycling the same old lies,

While I’m looking at the world through unclouded eyes for the first time in years.

Go ahead and keep checking my pages from the dark if it makes you feel better.

You’re just a fading whisper to me now... and I’m the electric spark.

(Style: The Synth-Symphony Eclipse. The club drums drop out entirely. A massive, beautiful arrangement of live strings and electronic chords takes over the mix, making the stadium feel vast and full of light. The vocal is clean, soaring, and completely free.)

I used to think I needed your hand just to guide the wheel.

I used to think your twisted version of love was the only thing that was real.

But the gears are moving completely on their own now.

(The industrial club drums punch back in, accelerating rapidly alongside a rising orchestral crescendo)

I’m fully powered up...

(Shouted) NOW WATCH ME FLY!

(Maximum festival volume. The full background orchestra, towering french horns, and the throbbing cyberpunk bassline collide in a massive wall of sound. The low-end frequencies are perfectly engineered to make the audience feel unstoppable.)

AUTOMATIC!

I’M OPERATING ON A BRAND NEW FREQUENCY!

(The vocal completely glitched out into bright, glittering digital textures)

THE SIGNAL IS CLEAR!

(Screamed with pure joy) I’M FREE!!!

(The heavy club drums cut out. The pulsing cyberpunk bassline slowly morphs into a warm, wide, euphoric synthesizer chord progression that feels incredibly welcoming.)

(Sound: A beautiful orchestral choir begins to hum in the background, singing wide, celestial harmonies that bleed.)