Sinatra Machine

(La la la… ahh…)

Dark minor threads begin to weave

Synthetic motion, strings deceive

Strings pulse with heavy bowing, distorted

Synths stagger against the rhythmic grid

Male voice enters — crooning line, dry tone

Sinatra sings — through minor hue

Notes twist, collide, and break anew

Strings bite, synths grind, patterns fold

The voice floats strange, defying old molds

Phase-shifting motifs collide and drift

Strings bend and blur into the synth

Male vocal line slithers, jazzy, unbound

The system hums, the clocks confound

Distorted strings scream, synths rattle

Voice slides against the mechanical battle

Minor chords press, rhythms overlap

The song becomes a kinetic trap

All elements twist and multiply

Strings and synths merge, vocals sigh

Sinatra-esque phrasing through industrial grind

A collision of eras, one of a kind

(The clocks slow… strings decay… the voice drifts…)

No resolution, only lingering tension