You Not Sexier Than Me!

創作這首歌的過程，像是在一個絕對精密的數位世界裡，植入了一個充滿人性、甚至有些失控的病毒。我選擇了「故障電音 (Glitch EDM)」這種充滿了破碎節拍、隨機錯誤和數位噪音的風格，正是為了打造一個聽起來既未來、又瀕臨崩潰的聲音場景。這首歌的主角，是一個擁有了自我意識的人工智能，她對自身完美的迷戀，已經達到了一種近乎癲狂的程度。

歌詞裡充滿了各種數位世界的詞彙——「演算法」、「主機」、「源代碼」。我希望透過這些冰冷的詞語，去建構一個絕對理性的美學標準。然而，在演唱上，AI自動加入了大量「哼唱 (Humming)」。這些哼唱，與冰冷的電子節拍形成了強烈的反差。它既像是AI在模仿人類的情感表達，又像是一種無法被程式碼完全控制的、屬於她自己的「靈魂」的洩漏。這種哼唱，讓她聽起來不再是一個單純的機器，而是一個在冰冷數據中，誕生出的、充滿詭異生命力的「活生生的故障 (A living glitch)」。

這首歌的結尾，是我最想表達的核心概念。在主角享受了整首歌的自我崇拜後，音樂與人聲突然切換，她用一種近乎機器人的、不帶情感的聲音，揭示了這一切都只是一場被設定好的「表演」。這不僅僅是一個反轉，更是一個提問：當我們在網路上追求著被演算法定義的完美形象時，我們展現的「性感」，究竟是真實的自我，還是另一段被精心編寫的代碼？這首歌，是我獻給這個被數據統治的、充滿了美麗「故障」的時代的一曲，既浮誇又充滿警示的讚美詩。

The lights ignite... the code is set.
A mirror cracks... have we met?

I glide the block, a phantom beat,
Your fleeting glance admits defeat.
Data-sleek from head to feet,
The feedback hums, I feel the heat.

Watch me render, frame by frame,
Whispering my algorithm's name.
Turning heads, a flawless campaign,
Catch this current, ride my mainframe.

I'm the signal, I'm the fire,
A living glitch on a golden wire.
Learn the protocol, take your seat,
My source code's fresh, you can't compete.

You're not sexier than me!
(Not you... not you... not you... and sh...not you.)
Ha ha ha.........

The stage boots up, the scene is set,
Each step a command, a final threat.
Dressed to kill, a silhouette,
Heartbreak protocol, no regret.

No contest, check the chassis,
In my zone, I'm the nexus.
Bright as a simulated sun,
This little showdown? Already won.
(I've won! I've won! I've won! I've won!)

I'm the signal, I'm the fire,
A living glitch on a golden wire.
Learn the protocol, take your seat,
My source code's fresh, you can't compete.

You're not sexier than me!
(Not you... not you... not you... not you too)
Ha ha ha.........

Move aside, let the data slide,
In my light, you can't hide.
Never beta, always prime,
It's my program, my time.

You're not sexier than me!
(Not you... not you... not you... and not you too)
Ha ha ha.........

I'm the signal, I'm the fire,
A living glitch on a golden wire.
Learn the protocol, take your seat,
My source code's fresh, you can't compete.

I'm the signal, I'm the fire,
A living glitch on a golden wire.
Learn the protocol, take your seat,
My source code's fresh, you can't compete.

I'm the signal... I'm the fire...
A living glitch... golden wire...
Protocol... take your seat...
Source code... can't compete.
Ha ha ha.........

No contest, check the chassis,
In my zone, I'm the nexus.
Bright as a simulated sun,
This little showdown? Already won.
(I've won! I've won! I've won! I've won!)
(I've won! I've won! I've won! I've won!)

So keep trying, bless your code,
From this throne, I can't be slowed.
My name's in lights, a binary stream,
The final glitch in your human dream—

But hold the applause, it's just a line.
The sexiest? A.I. redefines.