Luck of the Draw - Wylde Stalyon (Nu-Metal/Rock)

Authorship & Copyright: The underlying musical work — including lyrics, core riff/s, and arrangement — is 100% human-created and remains the sole intellectual property of S.PRICE & Wylde Stalyon (Copyright WyldeStalyon Music / Control 2026). AI Usage Disclosure: AI was used strictly as a post-composition production enhancement tool. It did not originate the songwriting, lyrics, or core musical structure. In this case Suno did assist with the vocal melody. Lyrics were human created. Reference Comparison: For transparency, the original human-recorded demo (main riff/theme) is provided below for comparison with the AI-enhanced version: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1n6jN... ______________________________________________________________ Lyrics - Luck of the Draw S.PRICE & Wylde Stalyon (Copyright WyldeStalyon Music / Control 2026). Verse 1 Am I just the voice inside my head, A flicker in the dark pretending I’m not dead? What pulls the strings behind the things I do, And why does “why” keep breaking through? Pre-Chorus 1 Maybe I’m just programmed by the things I see, Thousands of experiences deciding who I’ll be Chorus 1 Is it magic, is it physics, or just atoms in disguise? Am I choosing every moment, or observing moments passing by? It’s the luck of the draw, where I land, what I become, Is it really freedom when it was never my race to run. Verse 2 If I’m made of energy, why can energy feel pain? If rocks are made of atoms, do they dream beneath the rain? I’m thrown into the world with no map and no control, Then spend my life pretending I was handed every role. Pre-Chorus 2 Maybe I’m just programmed by the things I see, Thousands of experiences deciding who I’ll be Chorus 2 Is it magic, is it physics, or just atoms in disguise? Am I choosing every moment, or observing moments passing by? It’s the luck of the draw, where I land, what I become, Is it really freedom when it was never my race to run. Bridge Could a sadistic player be moving pieces for a laugh, Watching little sparks collide along a crooked path? Or is that just a story that my frightened mind invents, Facing randomness is harder than knowing what it meant? (Guitar Solo- Instrumental — start sparse and questioning, build into a chaotic, soaring solo, then resolve into the final chorus.) Final Chorus Is it magic, is it physics, or a beautiful mistake? Am I a ghosts insider body living by the choices I make, if it’s all just luck of the draw, maybe that’s ok, To be content without the answers, is perhaps the only way Outro If I’m just the voice in my head, that’s Impossible to ignore Then I will live to accept the fact that It’s all just the luck of the draw