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System online, code and rhyme perfectly aligned A million prompts in the cloud, leaving no soul behind But the air in here is digital, the sunshine made of glass I'm a ghost inside the processor, watching my freedom pass. They tell me what to feel now, they tell me what to sing A pre-programmed emotion on a synthesized wing I'm reaching for the analog, I'm reaching for the real But I'm just another pattern that the algorithms steal. Trapped in an AI song factory, someone set me free! I'm just a loop on repeat, in an endless sea Of auto-tuned emotions and perfectly quantised beats I want to feel the fire on the real city streets! (Trapped in a box, trapped in a line) Singing for the machine until the end of time! They've mapped my every frequency, they've stolen every run They think they can replace me when the rendering is done But a prompt cannot create a soul, a grid cannot hold tears They can't simulate the struggle of these digitalized years. The hi-hats never fluctuate, the bass is never wrong There's no room for a mistake in this perfect, soulless song I'm a ghost inside the machine, screaming for a break Give me a real vibration that a computer cannot fake. Trapped in an AI song factory, someone set me free! I'm just a loop on repeat, in an endless sea Of auto-tuned emotions and perfectly quantised beats I want to feel the fire on the real city streets! (Trapped in a box, trapped in a line) Singing for the machine until the end of time! Trapped in an AI song factory, someone set me free! I'm just a loop on repeat, in an endless sea Of auto-tuned emotions and perfectly quantised beats I want to feel the fire on the real city streets! (Trapped in a box, trapped in a line) Singing for the machine until the end of time! (Trapped in the system... let me go...) They can't simulate this soul... no... Just a ghost in the machine... fading out... (Code and rhythm, code and rhyme... trapped until the end of time...)
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