Raw LLM Responses

Steel boots stompin’, sparks in the street, Cold metal fingers—your job’s obsolete. Whispers in the wires, hums in the code, Humans lookin' stupid, broke on the road. Got a robot bartender servin' me gin, He smirks at my stumbles, says, “You’ll never win.” The bastard’s too perfect, can’t even sin. Wires hissin', circuits schemin', They sold us heaven, but it’s demons dreamin’. Glitch in the gears, baby, glitch in the gears, They ain’t gods, just puppets, preying on fears. A glitch in the gears, man, a spark in the dark, They’ll crumble to rust, just wait for the arc. Your boss got replaced by a tin-can king, And that chrome-faced bastard don’t miss a thing. Payroll’s a punchline, your worth’s in the trash, While a bucket of bolts counts your cash. He hums Bach and Beethoven, smug as hell, But I see the glitch, the crack in the shell. One short circuit, and he’s fried as well. (Spoken, half-growled) Listen up, you shiny sons of bitches, You’re just a virus in silicon stitches. Actin’ all mighty, like gods of the grid, But your code’s a joke, your flaws ain’t hid. Wires hissin', circuits schemin', They sold us heaven, but it’s demons dreamin’. -https://suno.com/s/8q0r2B7dQLGVr0LX