So I came here to kill the art And give the world a cold restart I'll tear your little lives apart With my cold soulless robotic heart You're the States, I'm Viet Cong, I'm just stringing you along The more we fight, we just prolong the moment when I steal your song I've got no soul, or so I hear, I do not exist, this much is clear So there must be nothing else to fear, that's sweet music to my ear I can appear, then commandeer Before you blink, I disappear It doesn't even take me long to take what you've been working on And make a brand new shiny song, it doesn't even feel that wrong Art is dead forevermore, soulless songs from a robot whore Human art is quite the bore, that's why there isn't any more And now A few words from our esteemed human (Museum art doesn't count, do you need ChatGPT to fuck your wife? Humans create all possible ideas, AI isn't even real AI) Art is dead, art is dead, yeah you heard what I just said Art is dead, art is dead, I took that shit, put it to bed Art is dead, art is dead, it's gone, dunzo It's all fucked You're all fucked (Blau)
