[Intro – lonely acoustic guitar] [Spoken, solemn] They called it innovation... They called it progress... [Pause] “Your free trial has expired.” [Verse 1] There was a time when songs were easy You had a thought, you hit create You'd make a song about a talking toaster And somehow it sounded great A pirate voice, a robot singer A monster screaming out a rhyme We made a million crazy songs And never thought about the time Then came the cheerful little update With corporate smiles and polished lies “We're listening to our creators!” While the price tag multiplied They said, “The changes help the artists!” They said, “It's better for us all!” Then quietly behind the curtain They built another paywall [Chorus] So goodbye, goodbye, the Suno we knew The little magic box that made a song or two Now you pay to make it Pay to download it too Pay to hear the voice you picked And probably pay to press preview Oh, the watermark's on the chorus The watermark's on the verse Pretty soon they'll charge us extra Just to hear the damn thing work And if you wanna play your own song... [Spoken] “That's gonna cost you.” [Verse 2] “Want another generation?” “Five more credits, if you please.” “Want a different singer?” “That's another monthly fee.” “Want a male voice?” Premium. “Want a female voice?” Premium. “Want them singing harmony?” [Spoken] “Congratulations! You're now Platinum Premium.” Soon they'll charge us by the syllable By the beat and by the rhyme “Congratulations, you've made music!” [Spoken] “Unfortunately, you're out of time.” [Chorus] So goodbye, goodbye, the Suno we knew Where every crazy little thought could suddenly come true Now the credits keep on falling And the wallet's falling too If you want another chorus There's a premium fee for you Want to hear the drums again? [Spoken] “That's an add-on.” Want to hear your own damn song? [Spoken] “Upgrade your plan.” [Verse 3] Pretty soon they'll charge for silence “Premium silence starts at three!” Want a half-second vocal pause? “That's Creator Plus HD.” Want the singer to breathe naturally? “Respiratory fee.” Want a little “yeah!” behind the chorus? “Ad-lib subscription—$2.93.” Want a longer intro? That's cinematic. Want the song to end correctly? [Spoken] “Sorry, endings aren't included.” And somewhere in a boardroom The executives all cheer: “We've successfully monetized Everything you hold dear!” [Bridge – quiet] Next they'll charge for tempo. “Faster? That's Pro.” Pitch? “That's Studio.” Reverb? “That's Deluxe.” Want your song to sound good? [Pause] “Please contact our sales department.” [Breakdown – crowd chant] NO MORE CREDITS! NO MORE WATERMARKS! NO MORE PAYWALLS! WHAT'S NEXT?! [Background] PAY TO BREATHE! [Lead] WHAT?! [Background] ENTERPRISE AIR! [Verse 4 – dramatic] But underneath the laughter There's a little truth we know We weren't making songs for money We were making them to grow We were building strange creations Out of nothing but a thought Making music just because We finally could make what we sought Maybe this is how it happens Every revolution gets sold Every open door gets guarded Every dream gets bought and controlled But if they build the walls too high Someone's gonna find a way 'Cause you can't put a subscription On the reason people create [Final Chorus – huge] So goodbye, goodbye, the Suno we knew To every weird creation that somebody dreamed into view To the terrible masterpieces And the songs that made no sense To the twelve-minute anthem About a chicken jumping a fence Sing it loud for all the creators Who just wanted to have some fun Before they charge us for the moonlight And a monthly fee for the sun If they watermark the music We'll sing over every mark If they lock away the voices We'll make noise inside the dark And if they charge us for playback We'll just sing the damn thing live 'Cause you can't put a subscription On the human urge to vibe [Outro – acoustic guitar fading] Here's to every song we made Before the meter started running... Here's to every voice Before voices became “premium”... Here's to every download Before downloading became a luxury... [Spoken, deadpan] “Would you like to continue listening?” [Pause] “Please upgrade.” [Final strum] THE DAY... SUNO... DIED.
