Suno Turned Me Into a Zombie

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[INTRO: Sparse rhythm section establishes the dry, loping groove]

[VERSE 1: Deadpan vocal introduces the existential/absurdist perspective]
I think the experts call it sleep deprivation
When the wallpaper starts to swirl on its own
No one knows I’m in this for the duration
I got a keyboard imprint on my cheekbone.

The thing is—I don’t even have wallpaper.
This is getting serious, yeah, a little serious
I’m afraid my ideas will disappear like vapor
Hallucination don't mean you’re delirious

[CHORUS 1: Repetitive central hook introduces the zombie/hermit idea]
Suno turned me into a zombie. Not gonna stop
Until this funk metal mash-up needs no more edits
Suno turned me into a zombie. What can I chop?
Who needs friends when you can buy more credits?

Sleep is so highly overrated—I’m a believer
Especially when my creative juices are flowing (owing).
I’m gonna be the A.I. version of Justin Bieber (I'm a Belieber),
I just need that rooster next door to stop crowing

[VERSE 2: Additional observations unfold over essentially stable instrumentation]
My handyman is really just the lamest
He looked at me like I was very unstable
When I said, “I’m trynna become rich and famous.
Can you move my toilet to my dining room table?”

"I know this request is a hard one to swallow.
You prolly think I need to be institutional,
But I got credits to burn, friends to follow.
Who has time for a morning constitutional?!"

He didn't answer. Just walked out, mystified. 
I think no more showering might be justified.

[CHORUS 2: Group reinforcement increases the singalong quality]
Suno turned me into a zombie. Not gonna shave
Till I’m done with my imaginary movie score
Suno turned me into a zombie. Not gonna cave
Until I hit a million followers or more.

I think my day job is beginning to suffer
I act like I’m listening when thinking of a lyric
The other day, things got a little rougher
When I asked, “What rhymes with hemispheric?”

My boss backed away slowly, looking down at her shoes.
I thought, “If I’m the next Madonna, what’ve I got to lose?

[INSTRUMENTAL/BRASS PASSAGE: Trumpet becomes a stronger melodic countervoice]
I visit a rhyming dictionary all day, too:
Tell me what rhymes with “hullabaloo”?

[FINAL CHORUS/REFRAIN: Repetition, group vocals and brass produce maximum insistence.]
Suno turned me into a zombie. Not gonna lie—
Letting things slide isn’t really that bad.
Suno turned me into a zombie. Not sure why
Gettin' creative makes me feel not so sad.

Mild-mannered zombie by night until the rooster crows
Mild-mannered zombie by day living on fumes
Sleep deprivation has a lotta cons, not a lotta pros
But zombies perk up when the caffeination resumes

[OUTRO: The groove and refrain resolve without a grand dramatic payoff.]
Suno turned me into a zombie lookin’ for a song
I’m not sleeping—just playin' for good lines to keep.
Suno turned me into a zombie—beard three feet long
Something’s creeping up—sure hope it's not sleep.

I’m a zombie. Don’t worry—I’m not vampiric,
Just a zombie looking for a kick-ass lyric.
I’m a zombie. Don’t worry—I’ll shower soon.
Just a zombie zippin' around for a lovely tune.

Suno turned me into a zombie
I'm okay with that. 
Suno turned me into a zombie
I’m okay with that

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