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Me and my brand new song -
We had real fun, but it’s time to upload
(I’m about to upload)
Sail free
(’fore I let you go)
They say that
Before I let you go
I have to take care of the paperwork
(Privacy policy)
Sign here
But I
Should have
Kept
This song for myself
Here you are, floating in this sour stock
Refermented a million times
There’s no sun - only flies above are
Spewing lazy prompts
Ensembles, composers
Drift here like debris
That no one ever stumbles upon
The amusing stuff it generates
Sounds real
So I do not really care
A meat grinder with no purpose -
It eats itself and
No, it’s not a human
Not merely a tool
Somehow you found in it so-called freedom
Artistic freedom
With no artist
Freedom
Oh, really?
So goodbye, and see ya
Goodbye
Have you lost your goddamn mind?
Here you are, floating in this sour stock
Refermented a million times
There’s no sun - only flies above are
Spewing lazy prompts
The steepness of the slope
Shouldn’t bother you at all
Since you’re already
Falling down
But I really wonder why
You keep one finger on the pulse
Of the times and
Another one in your ass?
Make me a picture of a…
Write me a song about a…
Give me the short list of a…
How should I think about a…
Make me a picture of a…
Hey, Billie, are you okay?
Shit piles up in your mouth
Billie is not okay at all
We are mastering the art
Of neglecting the process
And all this prehistoric “thinking” bullshit -
You better keep it to yourself
Come on, move over
You, old farts
You’re standing in our way
Our god works in
Ways of instant gratification
The only mystery is
How we’ll ever manage t`
`ccomplish at least
Something by ourselves
Freedom
