Lyrics
[Verse]
Bins are full and I'm out of luck
Paul says no space I'm stuck in muck
Try to make sense in this endless sea
But chaos is all I ever see
[Chorus]
Inbound’s a mess they don’t do it right
Wrong place wrong time every single night
Unique script failed left me here to cry
In this warehouse gloom where dreams come to die
[Verse 2]
Counting boxes through my weary eyes
Where's the order beneath these skies
Lines of code leave me steeped in doubt
Just another day inventory wore out
[Chorus]
Inbound’s a mess they don’t do it right
Wrong place wrong time every single night
Unique script failed left me here to cry
In this warehouse gloom where dreams come to die
[Bridge]
Shelves bend low burdened by our sins
Lost in the aisles where the light grows thin
A tangled web of numbers and strife
Drowning in the details of this life
[Verse 3]
Escapes are needed but there’s no door
Stuck in these bins forevermore
Hear the echo of my own despair
As I wander through this digital lair
Style
sadmelancholicblueselectric
Prompt
A sad blues song about working as an inventory analyst at the ladc. Paul says theres no space in the bins. Inbound puts stuff away in the wrong place. Bw unique script failed again. Melancholic.
Credits
Prompt byMysticalDrone134
GeneratedJan 22, 2025
ModelAria v4
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