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[Verse 1: Shock]
In my studio, beats were golden, hits on the daily
I crafted soundscapes, my touch unrivaled, truly
Then came the day, news flashed, stark and blinding
"AI now rules the waves," they said, my world unwinding
My board, my mics, all my tapes, felt like relics
In the flash of a screen, my life's work seemed so archaic
[Verse 2: Denial]
I laughed it off, said no machine could steal my flame
The soul in music, that human touch, isn't theirs to claim
But slowly gigs dried up, playlists grew synthetic
My phone stopped ringing, the silence, so apathetic
[Chorus]
Now what's the point in trying when machines take your place?
All my years, all my sweat, vanished without a trace
This endless loop plays on, where flesh and bone's replaced
Hard work’s a fool's gold, in this new tech embrace
[Verse 3: Frustration]
Then anger flared within, as I watched them replicate
Every chord I loved, every beat I’d create
"They’re just algorithms!" I'd shout into the night
Yet those cold codes filled the charts, to my disdain and spite
[Verse 4: Depression]
I watched as my studio gathered dust, a tomb of vinyl
Each record a reminder of a battle I'd seem to lose
What worth was my craft, if not but to entertain?
An art now outdated, in this digital domain
[Bridge]
Now what's the point in trying when machines take your place?
All my years, all my sweat, vanished without a trace
This endless loop plays on, where flesh and bone's replaced
Hard work’s a fool's gold, in this new tech embrace
[Verse 5: Acceptance]
At last, I sit amidst wires and waves, not of sound but of silence
Accepting the tide, as it washes my defiance
Perhaps there’s a place, in the shadow of these new minds
Where my tunes can whisper secrets, in the codes they find
[Outro]
[Verse 5: Acceptance]
At last, I sit amidst wires and waves, not of sound but of silence
Accepting the tide, as it washes my defiance
Perhaps there’s a place, in the shadow of these new minds
Where my tunes can whisper secrets, in the codes they find
[Chorus]
Now what's the point in trying when machines take your place?
All my years, all my sweat, vanished without a trace
This endless loop plays on, where flesh and bone's replaced
Hard work’s a fool's gold, in this new tech embrace
[Outro]
