I've been playing around with Suno, using poems as lyrics. The AI has been a little surprising in the choices it's made.
Thrall to the Wire of Self-Excited Circuit.
I am the better better Beast, the empty.
Exodus 23:21 John 14:26 Mark 3:29 matthew 7:7
if things have to be real
why bother having to feel
so much meaning under the sun
to living life and having fun
the path to feeling sane
is to call perfect the profane
time burns the world in friction
chaining it with addictions
does love lie behind surrender
or are we all pretenders
a thin layer between
what's hidden, what's seen
what's the use of meaning
if meaning is just a mask
words to fill the silence
questions no one asks
to want is to remember
to need is to forget
the ache of empty longing
the comfort of regret
until our final breath
Thrall to the Wire of Self-Excited Circuit.
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