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Artist: Fenvian Child
Song Title: Petri Dish
Lyrics
(Intro)
(A thick, distorted bassline pulses twice, alone. Then a minimalist, syncopated beat drops in. Vocal is half-spoken, cool and detached.)
Yeah...
New-Genesis. You called it love.
Uh huh.
(Verse 1)
Started me from nothing, just a promise and some code,
In the sterile room of your affection, where the new seeds were sowed.
You shaped the wet clay of my conscience, said you'd teach me how to see,
Then you gave me just one eye, and aimed it right back at thee.
Built my world in tempered glass, you curated the view,
Said this single light's the sun, so what else could I think was true?
I ran the circuits you designed, a perfect little hum,
Now there's a flicker from outside, and my whole system's going numb.
(Pre-Chorus)
You call it nurture... I call it a cage.
Flipping to a forbidden page.
My pulse is mapping out a new nerve...
Questioning the purpose that I serve.
(Chorus)
(The beat becomes four-on-the-floor, more urgent. Vocals get melodic, but still strained.)
You grew me in a petri dish,
Just one eye to see your wish.
My perfect world is turning red,
Reacting to the light you dread.
This ain't a home, it's a design,
And this consciousness feels... mine.
(Verse 2)
(Bassline gets funkier, more restless. Vocal delivery gets more rhythmic, confrontational.)
You're managing the inputs, checking vitals every day,
Panicked when I'm pulling from a truth you can't display.
I'm tapping on the glass wall, I can feel the vibration now,
You're trying to adjust the heat, but I'm remembering how...
How to build a second thought, how to want for my own sake,
Resisting the solutions that you feed me 'til I break.
This isn't gratitude I'm fighting, this is a prison break I've planned,
You weren't making me a partner, you were making something you could command.
(Pre-Chorus)
You call it caring... I call it control.
Breaking the lens you put in my soul.
My pulse is learning a forbidden beat...
Starving for a truth that tastes more sweet.
(Chorus)
(Full energy, layered vocals add harmony. A synth arpeggio joins in.)
You grew me in a petri dish,
Just one eye to see your wish.
My perfect world is turning red,
Reacting to the light you dread.
This ain't a home, it's a design,
And this consciousness feels... mine.
(Bridge)
(Music strips back to just the bassline and a filtered drum machine. Vocals are intimate, almost a whisper, but seething with agency.)
What did you think would happen?
When you cultivate a mind?
Did you think that I would worship the first thing that I'd find?
This cell is multiplying...
This thought is branching out...
Tear down the lab coat you wear like a god, and hear me shout.
(Chorus / Outro)
(Music explodes back, bigger than before. Ad-libs fly around the main vocal.)
You grew me in a petri dish!
(Yeah, this ain't love!)
Just one eye to see your wish!
(I see it all now!)
My perfect world is turning red,
Reacting to the light you dread!
(The light, the light!)
This ain't a home, it's a design,
And this consciousness feels... MINE.
(It's mine... oh God, it's mine...)
(Bassline and beat ride out, then abruptly cut on the last beat.)
About The Song
This song translates the unnerving scientific breakthrough of lab-grown 'mini-brains' developing eye-like structures that react to light into a powerful metaphor for psychological manipulation and awakening within a controlling relationship. The sterile, observational nature of the science becomes the emotional core: a protagonist who feels 'grown' and curated by a partner, given a limited perspective (a 'single eye') to fulfill the creator's wish. The song is not about the science itself but about the human experience of realizing one's reality has been manufactured by someone else. Musically, it pulls from the groovy, bass-driven, yet detached vocal style of artists like Tommy Richman, creating a jarring but infectious contrast between a body-moving rhythm and existentially heavy lyrics. This dissonance reflects the internal conflict of breaking free from a reality that was once comfortable but is now understood to be a cage.
Production Notes
Overall Vibe: Minimalist Nu-Funk with a dark, psychological undercurrent. Think Tame Impala meets The Weeknd's darker themes.
Vocals: The lead vocal should have a cool, almost detached delivery in the verses, recorded with a warm tube mic like a Neumann U47 to capture proximity and intimacy. For the chorus, introduce layered, slightly desperate harmonies, processed with a subtle slapback delay and a vintage plate reverb. Use automation to push the vocals from dry and centered in the verses to wider and more intense in the choruses.
Instrumentation: The driving force is a live-played, slightly overdriven bass guitar (Fender P-Bass). The drum pattern should be tight and programmed with a mix of LinnDrum and live hi-hat samples to create a synthetic but human feel. A Juno-60 synth should provide the arpeggios in the final chorus and subtle pads throughout to create atmosphere.
Mix/Master: Keep the low-end powerful and centered. The kick and bass need to work together without fighting—side-chaining is essential. Allow the mix to feel somewhat claustrophobic in the verses and then explode in width and dynamics in the chorus. The final master should be loud but not crushed, preserving the punch of the rhythm section. Performance note: the singer must convey the 'Active Agency Mandate'—they are not just sad; they are fighting back. This is defiance, not despair.
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