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The Engineer
Pop
The Engineer è stato pubblicato il 19 giugno 2026 da Humachine Records come parte dell'album The Gray
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Data di uscita19 giugno 2026
EtichettaHumachine Records
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM93

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robert Mecchi
Robert Mecchi
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Mecchi
Robert Mecchi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Mecchi
Robert Mecchi
Producer

Testi

Woke up to deadlines, no time for the muse
So I opened the chat like it's my only excuse
"Sound like me but sharper, make it less abstract"
It nailed the tone in thirty seconds flat
I tweak one comma, call it "my direction"
Paste it in the doc like it's my own conception
I'm the conductor, the baton's in my hand
But the orchestra's just a preprogrammed band
Every time I hit send I lose a little more
Of the kid who used to write poems on the floor
I look at other artists and tell myself we're the same
But I can't tell if the words are mine or the machine's pain
I'm swear I'm in there somewhere, I'm not living the lie
How much is my blood, how much is a chatbot's reply?
I can feel myself fading, disappearing line by line
I'm a fucking Prompt engineer, and I'm losing my mind
Used to stay up till the sunrise kissed my head
Cigarette burning and a notebook on the bed
Now I type "make it sadder, make it harder, add some claps"
And the AI hands me back my own heart, shrink wrapped
But everyone says "damn, you're on another level"
So I just nod and keep on shaking hands with the devil
'Cause the talent's not mine, it's just ones and zeros
I'm the ghost in the prompt, not anyone's hero
Every perfect sentence feels like borrowed skin
I'm the engineer… but I forgot how to begin
I look at other artists and tell myself we're the same
But I can't tell if the words are mine or the machine's pain
I'm swear I'm in there somewhere, I'm not living the lie
How much is my blood, how much is a chatbot's reply?
I can feel myself fading, disappearing line by line
I'm a fucking Prompt engineer, and I'm losing my mind
I typed "be more human" at 3:07
It wrote me a poem about how to feel again
I laughed so hard I almost cried
Then realized the laugh wasn't mine this time
What if tomorrow I just sit here and stare
And the blank page finally stares back… and doesn't care?
Tell me where the real me disappeared…
I look at other artists and tell myself we're the same
But I can't tell if the words are mine or the machine's pain
I'm swear I'm in there somewhere, I'm not living the lie
How much is my blood, how much is a chatbot's reply?
I can feel myself fading, disappearing line by line
I'm a fucking Prompt engineer, how much of me is even mine?
Written by: Robert Mecchi
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