Lyrics
[Verse]
Painted my soul in wires and sparks
Call it fake they call it dark
They don't see the blood I spill
Creativity ain't a grind of the mill
[Verse 2]
Guitar smoke rising from my hands
Steel brainchild in a wasteland stands
Born of code but still it bleeds
Songs ain't just wood and strings in the reeds
[Chorus]
They scream apocalypse in a digital key
Blame wires and gears for the death of the sea
But art flows in circuits same as in veins
An electric heart weathers the same rains
[Verse 3]
What is real but a story unsaid
Genuine feelings in a binary thread
Passion's not measured by the make of the tool
If you don't get that you're the damn fool
[Bridge]
Throw me to the pyre of your dated fear
Paint my soul in your imagined sneers
Still the spark grows still the vision calls
Art's been mutating since the cave walls
[Chorus]
They scream apocalypse in a digital key
Blame wires and gears for the death of the sea
But art flows in circuits same as in veins
An electric heart weathers the same rains
Style
rock balladrockgrittymale vocals
Prompt
A rock about how everyone thinks that AI created work is destroying the entertainment industry when it takes just as much creativity to invent songs with AI just in a different field of entertainment
Credits
Prompt by
kriegerdemon666
kriegerdemon666GeneratedApr 23, 2025
ModelAria v4
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