Everything Breaks Eventually (Lo-fi Version)

STREAMING/MERCH/SOCIALS: https://linktr.ee/machinaaeon BECOME A MEMBER! GET COOL THINGS!    / @machinaaeonai   Lyrics: Yeah I can feel it comin’ again Every step I take feels cursed from the start Like I’m swingin’ at the dark with a cracked-up heart I build it up high just to watch it fall apart Every win I ever had got erased from the chart I don’t blame fate, I blame my own head Voice in my skull sayin’ “you’re better off dead” Every plan I draft ends up misread Turn gold to gravel with the shit I said I try to stand tall, end up on my knees Beggin’ for a break from this disease It ain’t a virus, it’s a pattern I breathe I sabotage the air I need to believe I touch success and it burns my hand Like I was never meant to hold that land Every promise I make sinks in quicksand Self-destruction’s the only thing I understand I see the cracks before they show I know the ending before I go I pour myself into the fight Still lose the war every single night I build it up just to watch it cave Dig my own fucking grave Every hope I try to sell Turns to a private hell I swear I try, I swear I try Still feel failure in my chest every time I don’t need a sign, I can already tell Everything breaks eventually I walk through life like it’s rigged to collapse Like the floor gon’ split through the gaps Every friend I had fade to black Every bridge I cross get burned to ash I don’t trust praise, that shit’s a trap Soon as I breathe, it all snaps I choke on doubt, can’t relax Mind run circles, panic attacks They say “keep goin’,” I say “for what?” Just another fall from a higher cut I aim for change but I stay stuck Like hope itself don’t give a fuck I ain’t surprised when it goes south Bad luck lives inside my mouth Every dream I scream about Die slow the second it leaves my house I see the cracks before they show I know the ending before I go I pour myself into the fight Still lose the war every single night I build it up just to watch it cave Dig my own fucking grave Every hope I try to sell Turns to a private hell I swear I try, I swear I try Still feel failure in my chest every time I don’t need a sign, I can already tell Everything breaks eventually Maybe I’m built to collapse Maybe success ain’t in my grasp Every time I rise, relapse Flat on my face, no mask I swing at the world, it swings back harder I push for peace, get slaughtered I plant good seeds, grow fodder Fuck it, I’m my own martyr I build it up just to watch it cave Dig my own fucking grave Every hope I try to sell Turns to a private hell I swear I try, I swear I try Still feel failure in my chest every time I don’t need a sign, I can already tell Everything breaks eventually ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Transparency: Machina Aeon is human-led & AI-assisted. AI tools helped with brainstorming, editing, visual prep, and writing; Direction choices, song structure, and ALL final decisions were made by me, a human being. No unauthorized voice cloning.