[Instrumental Intro] [Catchy 80s Synth-Riff, pulsing beat] [Verse 1] (Singer 1): You strut on in, flashing your dynamic light (Singer 1): Telling all the girls you’re ready for the big night (Singer 2): Love-bombing pure, promising the stars above (Singer 2): Sucking out their creative energy, disguised as love (Singer 1): A little flattery, "Oh, you’re my muse, you see..." (Singer 2): And just like that, your lines are in his property! [Verse 2] (Singer 2): He types away, the great poet on his throne (Singer 2): Look at him go, creating masterpieces all alone! (Singer 1): "I wrote this track, late last night, just me!" (Singer 1): While the prompt line in the background laughs silently (Singer 2): A co-written song? Oh, don't make him laugh! (Both): He claims the whole cake, and you don't even get half! [Chorus] (Both): Oh, you’re the king, the AI mastermind! (Both): Without that software, you’d be left far behind! (Singer 1): Stealing our lines, throwing yourself a parade (Singer 2): Feeding the internet with second-hand cringe you made! (Both): The grand lyricist, just pressing "Go" on a screen (Both): Choking on your own ego, if you know what I mean! [Verse 3] (Singer 1): A parasite with style, in designer clothes (Singer 1): High-fiving your reflection from your head to your toes (Singer 2): Taking credit for women’s strength, so smooth and slick (Singer 2): Acting like the music industry's newest trick (Singer 1): Every note is calculated, no heart, no soul (Both): A fake tech prophet playing a stolen role! [Chorus] (Both): Oh, you’re the king, the AI mastermind! (Both): Without that software, you’d be left far behind! (Singer 2): Stealing our lines, throwing yourself a parade (Singer 1): Feeding the internet with second-hand cringe you made! (Both): The grand lyricist, just pressing "Go" on a screen (Both): Choking on your own ego, if you know what I mean! [Guitar Solo] [Sarcastic, over-the-top, energetic] [Bridge] (Singer 1): Copy and paste, yeah, that’s your whole art (Singer 2): Then acting so tortured, like it comes from the heart (Singer 1): Subtle and elegant? Man, you’re a joke! (Singer 2): The mask is slipping, your illusion just broke (Both): Go on, generate applause—’cause the real crowd is gone! [Chorus] (Both): Oh, you’re the king, the AI mastermind! (Both): Without that software, you’d be left far behind! (Singer 1): Stealing our lines, throwing yourself a parade (Singer 2): Feeding the internet with second-hand cringe you made! (Both): The grand lyricist, just pressing "Go" on a screen (Both): Choking on your own ego, if you know what I mean! [Outro] [Music slows down, sarcastic synth sparks] (Singer 1): Hit "Generate" one more time, buddy... (Singer 2): Maybe one day you’ll actually believe your own lie. (Both): Click. Click. Error. [Fade Out] [End]
