[Intro] The poets are dying Turning in their beds Songs made With nothing really said [Verse] A thousand new songs Arrive every minute Perfect little hearts With nothing inside them We used to bleed ink We used to stay up Searching for something That sounded like us Now push a button And watch it appear A song about heartbreak Without shedding a tear [Pre chours] And everybody's singing But nobody knows why AI is writing But nobody asks why [Chours] The poets are dying THE POETS ARE DYING The poets are dying THE POETS ARE DYING One little word at a time We traded our voices For AI And called it a beautiful rhyme Can you hear them tonight? Buried beneath All the perfectly written Songs that were never alive [Verse] I remember a notebook A pen running dry A sentence scratched out A thousand times A coffee-stained page At three in the morning Trying to capture A feeling before it was gone Now give me a prompt Give me a chorus Give me a melody Give me the words for it Make it sound human Make it sound sad Make it sound like The best thing we ever had [Pre chorus] And everybody's singing But nobody knows why Everybody's writing With somebody else's eyes [Chorus] The poets are dying THE POETS ARE DYING The poets are dying THE POETS ARE DYING One little word at a time We traded our voices For AI's And called it a beautiful rhyme Can you hear them tonight? Buried beneath All the perfectly written Songs that were never alive [Verse] Maybe I'm wrong Maybe I'm afraid Maybe I'll make a mistake Maybe I will write better someday But if it can tell you Exactly what to say Will you still have something Worth saying anyway? [Bridge] Write it badly Write it wrong Take all night To write one song Cross it out Start again Make it yours Make it human Don't make it perfect Don't make it clean Leave a little blood Between the lines Write what you mean The poets are dying The poets are dying [whispered] But I don't want to go [Final chorus] The poets are dying THE POETS ARE DYING The poets are dying THE POETS ARE DYING But I don't want to go I'll stumble through verses I'll tear up the pages I'll write what I know The poets are dying So let them hear us tonight Not perfectly written Not perfectly polished Just painfully human and alive The poets are dying... The poets are dying... So pick up a pen. Say something Real Before AI takes all our words [music fades] ✢ ORRINO © 2026 ✢ ✢ Lyrics by OrrinO ✢ ✢ Vocals by OrrinO ✢
