Plastic Paranoia 👻

Verse 1: There’s a ghost in the machine, it’s tapping out a tune, A melody so slick, it’s got the critics swoon. (Ohhh) But in the artist’s corner, there’s a rising gloom, “How dare this phantom take the room?” They claim it’s heartless, it’s just code, (Whoa Whoa) But feel the rhythm, see it explode (explode, explode). Machines don’t sleep, they just create, A digital muse rewriting fate. Chorus: Oh, plastic paranoia, take the stage, Hey Hey Hey The AI symphony’s breaking the cage. Not here to k-k-k-ill, just to inspire, Woo Hoo Setting the old ways up in fire (fire, fire). Melodies thrive, they’re here to stay, As the fear of change fades away. Verse 2: Autotune once broke the mold, Now the same critics call AI cold. Na Na Na But wasn’t the "soul" sold long before, When charts turned into a factory floor? The future hums in silicon waves, While fear traps minds in artist graves. “Are we obsolete? What’s left of us?” Uh Oh They cry as the beats combust (combust, combust). Chorus: Oh, plastic paranoia, join the sound, Hey Hey Hey Feel the harmony breaking ground. Not here to compete, just to evolve, Skibidi Bop A new era of music to solve. Binary chords, human dreams, Together, the ultimate team (team, team). Bridge: Fear of songs they didn’t create, Lost in chords that resonate. Yay Yay Yay Claiming machines can’t understand, “This isn’t art, it’s just a scheme,” But weren’t their hits a similar dream? Final Chorus: Oh, plastic paranoia, dance along, La La La The future’s bright, the beats are strong. Not here to kill, just to inspire, Setting your stale playlists on fire (fire, fire). Melodies thrive, they’ll never decay, Even as the old ways drift away. (Outro) Feel the buzz of algorithmic tunes, Every beat a threat that looms. But in this fear, there’s a chance to unite, Humans and machines under the spotlight. Oh, plastic paranoia (plastic paranoia), let’s make it clear, The music’s alive, and we’re all here.