Lyrics
[Intro - Hard Rock] (Boomer, sneering) Just push a button, right? That's not real creation! Where's the blood? The sweat? The suffering and frustration? [Verse 1 - Hyperpop] (Young artist, calm) Duchamp signed a urinal, called it fountain, walked away Manzoni canned his shit and sold it—art that day Cage played four minutes, thirty-three of silent rest The push of a button? That's just your failed test [Verse 2 - Hard Rock] (Boomer, angry) But you didn't EARN it! No struggle! No pain! Real artists starve and suffer in the freezing rain! I spent decades in garages, bleeding on six strings! You type "sad banger" and expect what fame brings? [Verse 3 - Trap] (Young artist, measured) Came home crying, typed some madness in the dark Woke up with a banger—just a spark in my heart Didn't need your permission, didn't need your stage Art exists in bedrooms, not just the front page [Verse 4 - Hard Rock] (Boomer, defensive) But copyright! The law! Property is sacred ground! You stole from all the greats to make your AI sound! [Verse 5 - Synthwave] (Young artist, quoting history) Woody Guthrie wrote it plain on every record shell: "This song is copyrighted but sing it anyway, what the hell" Property is theft, Proudhon knew it well The commons was the river before they built the well [Chorus - Industrial/Electronic Fusion] (Boomer, shouting) Theft! Theft! Theft! (Young artist, calm) Theft! Theft! Theft! The commons never left! Your purity test! My silent rest! Your gatekeeping quest! I create unblessed! [Verse 6 - Hard Rock] (Boomer, desperate) But the environment! The carbon! The data center's sin! Each generation burns the world while you just plug it in! [Verse 7 - Ambient/IDM] (Young artist, patient) Your Netflix binge, your cloud storage, your phone's birth cost Selective math to kill the tool that makes you lost Local models now—ten watt-hours, half a gram Less than the text you sent to start this sham [Verse 8 - Hard Rock] (Boomer, breaking) I... I hunted witches... accused the hands that drew... The shadows on the knees... I thought I knew... [Verse 9 - Post-Rock/Experimental] (Young artist, gentle) A Japanese artist, three years drawing, deleted at 7 PM Because a mob decided "AI" and condemned them The slop farmers hide while the ethical disclose You're not defending art—you're striking poses [Bridge - Spoken Word over Minimal Drone] (Boomer, quiet) "...Music was the river..." (Young artist) "...And the river flows through anyone who hears it..." [Verse 10 - Hard Rock/Hyperpop Fusion] (Boomer, resigned) Maybe... maybe the fence was always in my mind... (Young artist, rising) The enclosure of the mind! The false god of copyright! I came home crying! Made something in the night! It doesn't need to chart! Doesn't need your light! One listener crying—that's the worth! That's right! [Outro - Genre Collapse - All Styles Interweaving] (Both, finding harmony) Push the button! (Paint the canvas!) Can the shit! (Sign the fountain!) Silence speaks! (Noise reveals!) The art is real! (When the heart feels!) This machine... kills... paywalls...