Lyrics
[Verse]
Cracked screens glow like a modern shrine
But their voices feel like plastic twine
They spit their words through a metal ghost
Real feeling’s dead but they brag the most
[Chorus]
Twist the dials make it smooth and clean
A hollow scream in a feedback machine
Their chords ain’t flesh their lungs don’t breathe
Still they slam us for the words we weave
[Verse 2]
Electric halos make them shine bright
Masking cracks in the silent night
A parade of clones chasing clicking fame
They point at us like we’re the ones to blame
[Chorus]
Twist the dials make it smooth and clean
A hollow scream in a feedback machine
Their chords ain’t flesh their lungs don’t breathe
Still they slam us for the words we weave
[Bridge]
We bleed on chords they polish tones
We howl through pain they’re algorithm clones
They rage at wires yet lean into sound
Floating on waves their souls ain’t found
[Verse 3]
Ghost-throated idols can’t look away
Turning life and sweat to digital decay
Machines don’t breathe but we still croon
Their autotune cries meet their own tune of doom
Style
musicalmale vocalsrock90's rockgrittyaggressiveelectric guitar-driven
Prompt
Rock 90's style 4 minutes or longer a out how musical artists now are constantly using a synthesizer to enhance their terrible voice to become famous and have the nerve to criticize ai sing writers
Credits
Prompt by
kriegerdemon666
kriegerdemon666GeneratedApr 25, 2025
ModelAria v4
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