[Intro] [Synth Arpeggio - Cold and Precise]

[Verse 1] [Monotone Vocal, slightly robotic]
Another chime, another ping
My phone awakes, a digital thing
"Congratulations Jacob, it's a boy"
Nine hundred fifty-seven, bringing joy?

[Verse 2] [Bassline - Minimal and Driving]
A sterile lab, a frozen seed
Planted now, a human creed
My contribution, multiplied with ease
A silent army, if you please

[Pre-Chorus] [Synth Pad - Building Tension]
Options there, to stem the flow
Turn the alerts down, watch them go
But anticipation, holds me fast
A larger number, built to last

[Chorus] [Vocoder Effect - Slightly Warped]
Nine five seven, on the screen
A distant echo, of what might have been
Just a donor, in the machine
A cog that turns, a sterile scene

[Verse 3] [Percussion - Metronomic and Unyielding]
Each notification, a data point
In this equation, I anoint
My digital offspring, spread so wide
A modern paradox, I cannot hide

[Pre-Chorus] [Synth Pad - More Urgent]
Almost there, the grand design
One thousand children, will be mine
Digitally connected, globally aligned
A strange ambition, I must find

[Chorus] [Vocoder Effect - More Intense]
Nine five seven, haunts my days
A fragmented family, in a digital haze
Just a donor, lost in the maze
Of modern science, and its craze

[Bridge] [Synth Melody - Melancholy and Reflective]
Perhaps I should, just let it be
This endless cycle, set me free
But curiosity, a potent drug
Keeps me watching, with a digital shrug

[Chorus] [Vocoder Effect - Fading Out]
Nine five seven...the numbers call
Am I a father? Or nothing at all?
Just a donor... destined to fall...
Into the silence... beyond the wall...

[Outro] [Synth Arpeggio fades to silence]