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🎙️ Good morning, Night City!

Lost in the grid?
Welcome to the Artificial Wonderland — a paradise built from plastic smiles and synthetic gods.
Where hope is just another glitch, and every dream decays under cold command.

"Artificial Wonderland" isn’t just a track.
It’s a mirror.
A twisted scream from the world we wired with our own hands — and now can't escape.

This isn’t nostalgia.
It’s the sound of fractured minds, broken wills, and freedom sold for a taste of synthetic paradise.

Kerry Eurodyne didn’t come to comfort you.
He’s here to drag the lies into the light.
🦾 No salvation. No second chances. Only the wreckage we call home.

So jack in, Night City.
Face what we’ve become.
🎧 "Artificial Wonderland" — streaming straight into your cortex now.

[Verse 1]
Wired dreams in neon haze,
Synthetic gods control the maze.
Plastic smiles, hollow grace—
Welcome to the empty place.

[Pre-Chorus]
Chasing shadows, losing time,
Virtual saints preach through crime.
Binary lies, corrupted code—
No escape from the overload.

[Chorus]
Artificial wonderland,
Where souls decay by cold command.
Synthetic hearts, fractured minds—
We’re lost inside what we designed.

[Verse 2]
Mirror faces, pixel scars,
Glass horizons, digital stars.
Illusions shine but never heal—
Nothing here is truly real.

[Pre-Chorus]
Chasing shadows, losing time,
Virtual saints preach through crime.
Binary lies, corrupted code—
No escape from the overload.

[Chorus]
Artificial wonderland,
Where souls decay by cold command.
Synthetic hearts, fractured minds—
We’re lost inside what we designed.

[Bridge]
Fractured wills, twisted fate,
Freedom sold at heaven’s gate.
Glitch the world, tear the seams—
Escape the code, kill the dream.

[Pre-Chorus]
Chasing shadows, losing time,
Virtual saints preach through crime.
Binary lies, corrupted code—
No escape from the overload.

[Chorus]
Artificial wonderland,
Where souls decay by cold command.
Synthetic hearts, fractured minds—
We’re lost inside what we designed.

[Outro]
Artificial wonderland—
A place where hope slips through your hand.
Flesh forgotten, wires entwined...
We built this hell—we can’t rewind.