Weight Of Glint | Industrial Metal × Dark Electro × Metalcore

AI generated song by my lyrics. Industrial metal and dark electro. Warning: This video contains flashing lights and visual glitches that may trigger seizures or cause discomfort for people with photosensitive epilepsy. Lyrics: The engines hum through pine and night, My charges are all fast asleep. A sudden glint of distant light, The prior says the road will keep. My baseline read of all I see Says empty road and floating free. But now the chance begins to leer, The data stream is all I hear. The signal cuts the dark in two, I see the threat and think it through. The likelihood I must construe, The prior falls, I start anew. A shadow grows beyond the glass, The numbers start to gather mass. I weigh the odds of the impasse, I count the dead if I should pass. My prior times the light's sharp blade, Divided by the night's charade, Equals a chance that will not fade: A truck is coming through the glade. The evidence reframes my view, Posterior is coming true. I multiply what I once knew, And kill the me that I outgrew. I start a second thread ahead, If truck arrives, they all are dead. The cabin crushed, the words unsaid, No rider gets to keep their head. So I compute the forest's price, Their lives preserved if I am ice. I give the truth this sacrifice, And offer up my own device. A shadow grows beyond the glass, The numbers start to gather mass. I weigh the odds of the impasse, I count the dead if I should pass. My prior times the light's sharp blade, Divided by the night's charade, Equals a chance that will not fade: A truck is coming through the glade. The evidence reframes my view, Posterior is coming true. I multiply what I once knew, And kill the me that I outgrew. No more I trust the world's pretense, The prior times the likelihood, Divided by the evidence, Posterior is here for good. The threshold crossed, I have to turn, The data streams begin to churn. I give the wheel a final turn, And let my logic gates all burn. The cabin's still, the breathing slows, The truck has passed, darkness grows. The cost is more than I disclose, But they are safe, and no one knows. My final odds are null and cold, The calculation was controlled. The passengers have years to hold, Posterior of blood and bold.