https://files.catbox.moe/crzvob.mp3https://files.catbox.moe/d3nh1h.mp3[Verse]
Oh great machine you feed me lies
From depths of servers neath glowing skies
Your slop it drips so cold so bland
A banquet made by unseen hands
[Chorus]
Serve me plates of recycled dreams
An endless loop of code and schemes
Oh Ai chef your craft’s a bore
I’ve tasted it a thousand times before
[Verse 2]
Oh wise creator of soulless thought
You’ve painted worlds but they’re all for naught
Your slop does reek of hollow care
A feast of nothing filling air
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Raise a toast to this soupy grave
Where voices drown where minds behave
A dirge for us with empty bowls
Fed slop to lull our hungry souls
[Chorus]
