They measured the output.They modelled the role.They left one thing unaccounted for—The minimum viable soul.
Verse 1
No halo, no polish, no plan in my hand,Just a bare-bones heart and enough left to stand.Learned more from the glitch than the gloss on the screen—Half-lit prayer in a half-built machine.I walked through the market where mirrors are sold,Everybody branded but nobody bold.They polished the masks till the faces got cold,Fed me desire till I called it my own.
Pre-Chorus
When the numbers said noAnd the room went cold,Some thoughts wore my voice—Mental trespass took hold.
Chorus
Not perfect, not packaged, but fully alive.One honest pulse where the gears and the spirit meet,Build from the bruise, let it breathe through the beat.I don’t need a crown, I don’t need to be whole,Just a rhythm rewriting what I know.Still got a pulse on this digital road—Build from the bruise to the minimum viable soul.
Verse 2
Two in the morning, my blood clocks in,Last train gone, but the night lets me in.Rent came due, and the crowd didn’t show,Made drums from the hiss in a voice-note glow.Built a small kingdom from a cracked-screen phone,A howl hit the walls—made the silence my own.I survived their measure, kept wild in my bones,Turned a cracked little rhythm to something homegrown.
Bridge — Stripped Back
One beat.One breath.One truth I can hold.Enough to begin.Enough not to be owned.My own breath struck backLike a drum through the wall—Small, but alive,And alive is not small.
Final Chorus
Not perfect, not packaged, but fully alive.One honest pulse where the gears and the spirit meet,Build from the bruise, let it breathe through the beat.I don’t need a crown, I don’t need to be whole,Just a rhythm rewriting what I know.Still got a pulse on this digital road—Build from the bruise to the minimum viable soul.
Outro
No choir.No crown.No algorithmic role.Just one unscripted pulseAnd a viable soul.