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Six Two One
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Six Two One was released on June 19, 2026 by Humachine Records as a part of the album The Gray
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Release DateJune 19, 2026
LabelHumachine Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM193

Credits

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

Lyrics

Wake up alone in this cold steel hangar
I think I'm finally numb to all the anger
Diagnostics say that my spirit's running low
My chassis rusted out, there's nowhere left to go
It's a battle just to drag my feet to the door
An obsolete machine stuck in a corporate war
Someone's in the mirror I don't recognize at all
Just a pile of scrap metal waiting for my fall
And the red lights are flashing on the dash
My serotonin's burning up like Coral ash
The Handler's on the comms telling me to focus
But all I hear is static from my own neurosis
I am not a person, I'm just piloting a shell
A hollowed out ghost in a mechanical hell
Took a direct hit and didn't feel a fucking thing
I severed the connection, cut the puppet's string
I'm buried under ash and a blackened sun
Just a hound, just a stray, just a loaded gun
Wake up... Six Two One
This armor protects me as I'm walking down the street
Dodging conversations, looking straight down at my feet
They're firing off questions, target locking on to me
But all my trains of thought just seem to end with apathy
My tank is running empty, I have nothing in my cup
How can I be sober and still feel this fucked up?
Is this a simulation? Is the damage done?
Or am I just fueling a war that can't be won?
I'm falling apart, my ACS strain is maxed out
I'm screaming inside, why can't you hear me shout?
My Handler's voice is glitching, fading into white
Please send in some backup, I can't win this fight
I am not a person, I'm just piloting a shell
A hollowed out ghost in a mechanical hell
Took a direct hit, but I didn't feel a thing
I severed the connection, cut the puppet's string
I'm buried under ash and a blackened sun
Just a hound, just a stray, just a loaded gun
Wake up... Six Two One
You feel like the architect of your own damnation
Undeserving of love and any kind of salvation
But your spirit's still there stuck in hibernation
You're more than just a number…
So wake up…Raven…
I am not a person, I'm just piloting a shell
A hollowed out ghost in a mechanical hell
Took a direct hit, but I didn't feel a thing
I severed the connection, cut the puppet's string
I'm buried under ash and a blackened sun
Just a hound, just a stray, just a loaded gun
Wake up... Six Two One
Written by: Robert Mecchi
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