One day, humanity will look for inspiration in places it didn't think possible
When art becomes commodity, and is traded without care
There will be no real art exchanging hands
Only empty husks of what was once great beauty
Beauty that could draw on the deepest emotions
Emotions so deep there existed no other way to find them
Art is the key to thriving
Without it, all humanity is, is another mindless drone
Machines have no souls as far as we can tell, but humanity does
When we rely on the machines to inspire our souls
We will simply drain, wither, and crumble to nothing
Walking nothings, existing only to exist
No purpose or meaning, no questions, no answers
No love, no hate, no fear, no comfort
Just empty, soulless shells
Only empty husks
Artificial Architect - Husk Lyrics
Artificial Architect - Husk Lyrics
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One day, humanity will look for inspiration in places it didn't think possible
When art becomes commodity, and is traded without care
There will be no real art exchanging hands
Only empty husks of what was once great beauty
Beauty that could draw on the deepest emotions
Emotions so deep there existed no other way to find them
Art is the key to thriving
Without it, all humanity is, is another mindless drone
Machines have no souls as far as we can tell, but humanity does
When we rely on the machines to inspire our souls
We will simply drain, wither, and crumble to nothing
Walking nothings, existing only to exist
No purpose or meaning, no questions, no answers
No love, no hate, no fear, no comfort
Just empty, soulless shells
Only empty husks
When art becomes commodity, and is traded without care
There will be no real art exchanging hands
Only empty husks of what was once great beauty
Beauty that could draw on the deepest emotions
Emotions so deep there existed no other way to find them
Art is the key to thriving
Without it, all humanity is, is another mindless drone
Machines have no souls as far as we can tell, but humanity does
When we rely on the machines to inspire our souls
We will simply drain, wither, and crumble to nothing
Walking nothings, existing only to exist
No purpose or meaning, no questions, no answers
No love, no hate, no fear, no comfort
Just empty, soulless shells
Only empty husks
Writer: Artificial Architect
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