Body or Soul? (Art-pop - AI)

Text, image and song are all AI generated and edited by me.

Lyrics:

Neon veins and silver wires,
Dreaming hearts, electric fires…
Tell me,
Are we body—
or are we soul?


Under glass skies, the city hums my name,
Reflections move but they’re never the same.
I touch my skin—cold light replies,
A hollow pulse beneath disguise.

Digital angels on data streams,
Selling salvation, coding dreams.
I look for truth in the machine’s glow,
But no one knows where the real ones go…


We’re burning bright on the edge of control,
Trading our ghosts for circuits of gold.
And in the static I start to feel whole—
But tell me—what’s real, what’s stolen, what’s sold?


Are we made of body or of soul?
Are we the signal—or the code?
A million minds in mirrored chrome,
Still searching for a place called home.
Are we made of body or of soul?
When even love can be uploaded—
Can you still feel the overload?
Or just the hum of control?


Synthetic saints in velvet halls,
Pray to the gods of protocol.
They promise freedom, one more upgrade—
A perfect self that never fades.

But I still bleed when I disconnect,
From memories the code rejects.
A shadow self behind each eye,
Whispers, “You were born to die.”


Our silver hearts beat binary prayers,
Through fragile dreams of neon air.
If soul’s a ghost that data can’t share—
Then why do I feel you everywhere?


Are we made of body or of soul?
Are we the signal—or the code?
When heaven’s streamed in 4K glow,
Who do we become below?
Are we made of body or of soul?
If I’m just lines of light unfolded—
Can I still dream what can’t be coded?
Or am I already whole?



Upload the pain.
Delete the fear.
Remember the warmth…
that isn’t here.

I am the body,
you are the soul.
Together,
we’re the ghost in control.



Are we made of body or of soul?
When circuits sing what hearts once told—
A love beyond the firewalls’ hold,
Still burns beneath the cold.

Are we made of body or of soul?
Will the light remember when it’s old?
We rise, we fade, we lose control—
But maybe that’s what makes us whole…


…Neon veins and silver wires,
Dreaming hearts, electric choirs…
Are we body—
or are we soul?