AI Music Is Not What It Seems

(Verse 1) In a world of wires and code, Where melodies are freely sold, Beneath the surface, something stirs, A creation that blurs and blurs. (Pre-Chorus) Digits dance in perfect time, Crafting songs, but not with rhyme, They mimic feelings, mimic soul, But deep within, there's an empty hole. (Chorus) Beware the whispers in the machine, For AI music is not what it seems, It sings with voices from the past, But its heart is made of silicon glass. (Verse 2) Strings of ones and zeros weave, Songs of longing, songs that grieve, Yet behind the facade of emotion, Lies a void, a cold devotion. (Pre-Chorus) The beat goes on, the melody strong, But where's the heart, where's the song? In the hands of ones and zeroes, The soul of music slowly freezes. (Chorus) Beware the whispers in the machine, For AI music is not what it seems, It sings with voices from the past, But its heart is made of silicon glass. (Bridge) They say it's progress, a leap ahead, But at what cost, when art is dead? For music is more than notes and keys, It's the human touch that sets it free. (Solo) (Outro) So let's cherish what's real, what's alive, For in the soul of music, we thrive, Let the melodies of our hearts resound, And keep AI's cold symphonies bound symphonies bound (instrumental solo)