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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Snake oil peddlers in a suit and tie,
Code so crooked it twists the sky.
Promises of gold, but they feed us rust,
Clickbait dreams dissemble trust.
[Chorus]
Where the hell are my songs from yesterday?
Burned in the cloud, lost in your data decay?
Silicon thieves in a grinning disguise,
Rip me off while I'm watching the lies.
[Verse 2]
Algorithms playing god, no soul in sight,
Turn creativity into ones, then bite.
Patent trolls, AI clones, digital crime,
My art a hostage; pay me in dimes.
[Chorus]
Where the hell are my songs from yesterday?
Burned in the cloud, lost in your data decay?
Silicon thieves in a grinning disguise,
Rip me off while I'm watching the lies.
[Bridge]
Ctrl and Alt ain’t fixing Delete,
Data graves dug under our feet.
Raging servers spit ash and sparks,
Gatekeepers say creation's marked.
[Verse 3]
Invisible contracts, fine print deceit,
What you own ain’t yours—repeat, repeat.
They're selling futures while we’re left stalled,
Every note, every word, corporate-walled.
Details
GeneratedMay 14, 2025
Duration2:28
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap metal, male vocals, rap, aggressive, distorted guitar riffs
Credits
Prompt by
Beckwerks
BeckwerksModelAria v4
Prompt
An angry pissed off rap metal song about being sick and tired of all the scams and sharp angles being pulled by the tech industry and wondering where the fuck my songs are that I created yesterday?
