Lyrics
"Oh, let me guess. Is it a tapestry of emotions? A symphony of whispers dancing in the neon shadows?" "Waaaaa, it takes zero effort! Waaaaa, it's not real art!" Honestly, mate. Shut your mouth. You sit behind a keyboard with your magnifying glass, Critiquing every syllable and talking out your ass! "Oh, he didn't even write it! It was generated text!" "It's just an algorithm guessing what is coming next!" You count up all the "whispers" and you tally all the "ghosts," And leave your little cynical reactions on the posts! You scream about the effort and the lack of human touch, But honestly, my brother, you are caring way too much! You're acting like the music police sitting on a throne, Because somebody used a robot just to not feel so alone! So tell me who gives a fuck where the vocabulary came from?! If it pulls you out the dark when your entire mind is numb! If it gives a broken person just a way to say it loud, Then let them sing the shadows to the middle of the crowd! Who cares if it was prompted?! Who cares if it's a bot?! If it's the only bit of therapy the writer ever got! So let the echoes echo! Let the neon city glow! If it makes you feel better, then I want you all to know... Who gives a fuck?! Listen, not everybody is a genius with the art! Not everybody knows the way to clearly speak their heart! Some people have a trauma sitting heavy in the chest, And they just need a vehicle to get it off their breast! So they type it in a prompt, "Make a song about my grief," And the GPT spits out a little moment of relief! And they press the generate and finally hear it in a track, And for the very first time, they get their own power back! But you want to gatekeep? You want to be a snob? Acting like a dictionary bouncer is your job? "Waaaa, it's just a machine, you didn't even try!" Mate, the AI wrote the lyric but the human had to cry! So what if they use the word "tapestry"? So what if they use the word "shards"? If the music is holding the pieces together When life dealt them terrible cards. The machine didn't cry when the melody played. The machine didn't feel the release. The machine just assembled the letters together So a human could capture some peace. So stop complaining in the comments like a miserable little troll! The prompt was just a keyboard, but the music is the soul! So tell me who gives a fuck where the vocabulary came from?! If it pulls you out the dark when your entire mind is numb! If it gives a broken person just a way to say it loud, Then let them sing the shadows to the middle of the crowd! Who cares if it was prompted?! Who cares if it's a bot?! If it's the only bit of therapy the writer ever got! So let the echoes echo! Let the neon city glow! If it makes you feel better, then I want you all to know... Who gives a fuck?! Yeah, it's a symphony of whispers. It's a dance of shadows in the neon labyrinth. And it made somebody smile today. Deal with it.