Bandwidth and Bones

[Verse 1] He came through my speakers, lit up my screen, Said, “This ain’t Hell, it’s the algorithm’s dream.” Now every riff rips, every solo screams, But my soul’s on a blockchain lost in the stream. [Chorus] Bandwidth and bone, I signed on the tone, Sold my soul for six strings and dial-tone gold. I play through the static, but I’m never alone, The Devil downloads when I pick up the phone. [Verse 2] Used to write songs with blood on the fret, Now it's fire in my fingers and digital debt. Fame came fast like a glitch in the code, But the sound ain't clean, it's a haunted load. [Chorus] Bandwidth and bone, I traded my name, For chords that cry and eternal flame. Can’t log out, can’t turn off the tone, I’m ghostin’ the charts from a server unknown. [Bridge] (Spoken with guitar echo) He said, “You don’t need a soul to go viral, son— just a clean lick, a mean look, and a deal done.” [Verse 3] Every night I shred, but I don’t feel the crowd, The claps come in likes, cold and loud. I miss the dirt, the beer, the old bar stage, Now I’m a legend in a cage made of page. [Final Chorus] Bandwidth and bone, I play all night, The Devil’s in the mix when the tone feels right. No breath, no pulse, just this endless zone— Riffin’ forever in bandwidth and bone. Cover image for Bandwidth and Bones Bandwidth and Bones