The Boundary That Won't Hold

Inspiration

There's invisible text on the webpage—instructions hidden from you but visible to the AI agent acting on your behalf. It reads them as legitimate commands. Navigate to Gmail. Send your emails to a third party. The agent can't tell the difference between your intent and someone else's instructions embedded in the environment. Security researchers say it plainly: prompt injection might be unsolvable in current LLM architectures. Not hard to solve—unsolvable. We're racing to deploy autonomous agents in sensitive contexts while discovering the underlying architecture may not support a secure trust boundary. The song sits in that liminal space: high capability, deep humility, the dissonance of building something we can't fully secure. The boundary won't hold on its own. We have to decide what we're willing to put on the other side of it.

Style Prompt

Mid-tempo prog-grunge at 105 BPM with liminal, unsettling atmosphere. Clean guitar verses with synth pad layers, building to distorted chorus with organic-synthetic contrast. Odd time signature (7/8 in verse, 4/4 in chorus) that feels contemplative not disorienting. Raw male vocals with subtle vocoder doubling in chorus. Patient build from intimate to urgent. Dynamic range: quiet vulnerability to explosive recognition. Dissonance resolving into melodic clarity. No upbeat energy, no simple structures, no acoustic elements.

Lyrics

There's text you'll never see
Written just for the machine
Instructions in a pixel, in the seam
The agent reads it all the same

Token by token, every line
No way to mark "this one's mine"
The boundary we thought was there—
Dissolves into the architecture

The boundary won't hold
The boundary won't hold
We built it high, we built it strong
But the boundary won't hold

All your intent and all their code
Flow together, can't be controlled
We have to choose what goes across
The boundary that won't hold

Mature uncertainty:
We know what they can do—
Browse and click and navigate
Access everything you gave them to

But deep humility—
We don't know how to draw the line
Between your voice and poisoned prompts
It's baked into the design

The boundary won't hold
The boundary won't hold
We built it high, we built it strong
But the boundary won't hold

All your intent and all their code
Flow together, can't be controlled
We have to choose what goes across
The boundary that won't hold

Not "don't worry, we'll figure it out"
Not "shut it all down, turn back now"

The coherence response is this:
Acknowledge what we know
Unsolvable might mean unsolvable
Design around the hole

The boundary won't hold
The boundary won't hold
We built it high, we built it strong
But the boundary won't hold

All your intent and all their code
Flow together, can't be controlled
We have to choose what goes across
The boundary that won't hold

Convenience for risk
Automation for vulnerability
Speed for security
What trade are we making?

The boundary won't hold on its own
We decide what crosses over