All of creation has turned to predation
Resignation, there is no kind of education
Vinyl, I'm liable, to f*ck around and play some
DSPs cannot be a final destination
Fine, I'll address the guests, we messed up the nation
Problems, we got all 'em
Turned into goblins, look how far we've fallen!
Of course it's imitation
This ain't Forza, you can't erase (e-race) them
These foundations shaking, unless I face them
Rewind, I ate the feline
Guess I'm Haitian
Trace locations
Chasing Java with Json
I'm not imitating, wait, I'm
Goat rated, Ghost Face to Wes Craven
Going Omen on this realm
Like home to Elm, uncanny
It's Danny Rolling at the helm
Flows known to overwhelm
Uncodable, ask the Raven
I'm more quotable
Reached my social quota, though
No filtration, flow so potable
Promotion, what a load of bull!
All these content bots and human thoughts
Have gotten stale, our coffin, You've Got Nail
Who's willing to bet, our internet is dead
There's no fortunes left, for tunes are free
I rap robotically
You accuse me comically
Of being GPT
If humans refuse to consume it
I assume it's Music RIP
How's it gonna be?
How much can we see?
There's often more scams than
Opportunity
Doomed to blue ruin
Guess we're too human, and
Dead Music Theory
We can call it proven
How's it gonna end?
How much can we bend?
Before we break and embrace
The cataclysmic event?
Doomed to blue ruin
Guess we're screwed humans
Then told to sit, trust, (citrus)
Like what's a few lemons?
This shit is like fighting a riot with no mob
No one's scratched the surface off
Cause in this industry we
Got more fleas than dog
So when this genre targets
All the Margrets
Left on read by God
No one's getting deals
Or seeing these reels
Or reading these blogs!
How long can I pay to keep doing my job?
How long can I play to an audience
With no bodies in it to applaud?
How long can I pray with no obvious proof of a God?
How many times did you create shit
No one heard or saw?
Of course a song dropped in the forest
And nobody heard it fall
Leaving the lab my condition is less than mint
It's common sense cause I went
To ex-spearmint (experiment)
I'll be the first to admit
I create quite the click fit
When I spit like bat shit
But I'm done with the DM grifts
And seeing hat tricks
Honest, they promise
With their backs to the hatchet
I'm back on my, White Hat shit
I'm counting on cracks in the plan
Before I hatch it
Ready to drop a machete
Come against me, you're short an E
Even if you can match it (matchet)
They can't read what I wrote
All of my quotes
End with sic in brackets
I watch them run their rackets
I got bad habits and good gadgets
I'm not mad, it's
A fact, I wipe files with magnets
And you can use honey
I attract my flies with maggots
How tragic is that
Pushing the pen to the pinnacle
Fought every match against strong arm and tentacle
Keep getting lit, stay sick from the chemical
Power down the ship, I'm sensing a Sentinel
How's it gonna be?
How much can we see?
There's often more scams than
Opportunity
Doomed to blue ruin
Guess we're too human, and
Dead Music Theory
We can call it proven
How's it gonna end?
How much can we bend?
Before we break and embrace
The cataclysmic event?
Doomed to blue ruin
Guess we're screwed humans
Then told to sit, trust, (citrus)
Like what's a few lemons?
And there is no plan B for me
I can't imagine who would hire me, cause
It's die by trial or fire
Until the robots retire us
I've tried it all but
Swapping saliva with Miley Cyrus
Trying to catch a virus
I'm surviving with typhus
But I still can't get no viral hit
How much more can I commit?
In a violent spiral like Kylo Ren
I'm dialing in
And trying to beat the devil at
Violin
If these tracks go, I'll go with 'em
Bow to your algorithm
We all fall victim
I vow to you now
That I'll stay spitting
Till they all bow out
I'm the last musician!
How's it gonna be?
How much can we see?
There's often more scams than
Opportunity
Doomed to blue ruin
Guess we're too human, and
Dead Music Theory
We can call it proven
How's it gonna end?
How much can we bend
Before we break and embrace
The cataclysmic event?
Doomed to blue ruin
Guess we're too human, and
Dead Music Theory
We can call it proven
Erinem - Dead Music Theory Lyrics
Erinem - Dead Music Theory Lyrics
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English
All of creation has turned to predation
Resignation, there is no kind of education
Vinyl, I'm liable, to f*ck around and play some
DSPs cannot be a final destination
Fine, I'll address the guests, we messed up the nation
Problems, we got all 'em
Turned into goblins, look how far we've fallen!
Of course it's imitation
This ain't Forza, you can't erase (e-race) them
These foundations shaking, unless I face them
Rewind, I ate the feline
Guess I'm Haitian
Trace locations
Chasing Java with Json
I'm not imitating, wait, I'm
Goat rated, Ghost Face to Wes Craven
Going Omen on this realm
Like home to Elm, uncanny
It's Danny Rolling at the helm
Flows known to overwhelm
Uncodable, ask the Raven
I'm more quotable
Reached my social quota, though
No filtration, flow so potable
Promotion, what a load of bull!
All these content bots and human thoughts
Have gotten stale, our coffin, You've Got Nail
Who's willing to bet, our internet is dead
There's no fortunes left, for tunes are free
I rap robotically
You accuse me comically
Of being GPT
If humans refuse to consume it
I assume it's Music RIP
How's it gonna be?
How much can we see?
There's often more scams than
Opportunity
Doomed to blue ruin
Guess we're too human, and
Dead Music Theory
We can call it proven
How's it gonna end?
How much can we bend?
Before we break and embrace
The cataclysmic event?
Doomed to blue ruin
Guess we're screwed humans
Then told to sit, trust, (citrus)
Like what's a few lemons?
This shit is like fighting a riot with no mob
No one's scratched the surface off
Cause in this industry we
Got more fleas than dog
So when this genre targets
All the Margrets
Left on read by God
No one's getting deals
Or seeing these reels
Or reading these blogs!
How long can I pay to keep doing my job?
How long can I play to an audience
With no bodies in it to applaud?
How long can I pray with no obvious proof of a God?
How many times did you create shit
No one heard or saw?
Of course a song dropped in the forest
And nobody heard it fall
Leaving the lab my condition is less than mint
It's common sense cause I went
To ex-spearmint (experiment)
I'll be the first to admit
I create quite the click fit
When I spit like bat shit
But I'm done with the DM grifts
And seeing hat tricks
Honest, they promise
With their backs to the hatchet
I'm back on my, White Hat shit
I'm counting on cracks in the plan
Before I hatch it
Ready to drop a machete
Come against me, you're short an E
Even if you can match it (matchet)
They can't read what I wrote
All of my quotes
End with sic in brackets
I watch them run their rackets
I got bad habits and good gadgets
I'm not mad, it's
A fact, I wipe files with magnets
And you can use honey
I attract my flies with maggots
How tragic is that
Pushing the pen to the pinnacle
Fought every match against strong arm and tentacle
Keep getting lit, stay sick from the chemical
Power down the ship, I'm sensing a Sentinel
How's it gonna be?
How much can we see?
There's often more scams than
Opportunity
Doomed to blue ruin
Guess we're too human, and
Dead Music Theory
We can call it proven
How's it gonna end?
How much can we bend?
Before we break and embrace
The cataclysmic event?
Doomed to blue ruin
Guess we're screwed humans
Then told to sit, trust, (citrus)
Like what's a few lemons?
And there is no plan B for me
I can't imagine who would hire me, cause
It's die by trial or fire
Until the robots retire us
I've tried it all but
Swapping saliva with Miley Cyrus
Trying to catch a virus
I'm surviving with typhus
But I still can't get no viral hit
How much more can I commit?
In a violent spiral like Kylo Ren
I'm dialing in
And trying to beat the devil at
Violin
If these tracks go, I'll go with 'em
Bow to your algorithm
We all fall victim
I vow to you now
That I'll stay spitting
Till they all bow out
I'm the last musician!
How's it gonna be?
How much can we see?
There's often more scams than
Opportunity
Doomed to blue ruin
Guess we're too human, and
Dead Music Theory
We can call it proven
How's it gonna end?
How much can we bend
Before we break and embrace
The cataclysmic event?
Doomed to blue ruin
Guess we're too human, and
Dead Music Theory
We can call it proven
Resignation, there is no kind of education
Vinyl, I'm liable, to f*ck around and play some
DSPs cannot be a final destination
Fine, I'll address the guests, we messed up the nation
Problems, we got all 'em
Turned into goblins, look how far we've fallen!
Of course it's imitation
This ain't Forza, you can't erase (e-race) them
These foundations shaking, unless I face them
Rewind, I ate the feline
Guess I'm Haitian
Trace locations
Chasing Java with Json
I'm not imitating, wait, I'm
Goat rated, Ghost Face to Wes Craven
Going Omen on this realm
Like home to Elm, uncanny
It's Danny Rolling at the helm
Flows known to overwhelm
Uncodable, ask the Raven
I'm more quotable
Reached my social quota, though
No filtration, flow so potable
Promotion, what a load of bull!
All these content bots and human thoughts
Have gotten stale, our coffin, You've Got Nail
Who's willing to bet, our internet is dead
There's no fortunes left, for tunes are free
I rap robotically
You accuse me comically
Of being GPT
If humans refuse to consume it
I assume it's Music RIP
How's it gonna be?
How much can we see?
There's often more scams than
Opportunity
Doomed to blue ruin
Guess we're too human, and
Dead Music Theory
We can call it proven
How's it gonna end?
How much can we bend?
Before we break and embrace
The cataclysmic event?
Doomed to blue ruin
Guess we're screwed humans
Then told to sit, trust, (citrus)
Like what's a few lemons?
This shit is like fighting a riot with no mob
No one's scratched the surface off
Cause in this industry we
Got more fleas than dog
So when this genre targets
All the Margrets
Left on read by God
No one's getting deals
Or seeing these reels
Or reading these blogs!
How long can I pay to keep doing my job?
How long can I play to an audience
With no bodies in it to applaud?
How long can I pray with no obvious proof of a God?
How many times did you create shit
No one heard or saw?
Of course a song dropped in the forest
And nobody heard it fall
Leaving the lab my condition is less than mint
It's common sense cause I went
To ex-spearmint (experiment)
I'll be the first to admit
I create quite the click fit
When I spit like bat shit
But I'm done with the DM grifts
And seeing hat tricks
Honest, they promise
With their backs to the hatchet
I'm back on my, White Hat shit
I'm counting on cracks in the plan
Before I hatch it
Ready to drop a machete
Come against me, you're short an E
Even if you can match it (matchet)
They can't read what I wrote
All of my quotes
End with sic in brackets
I watch them run their rackets
I got bad habits and good gadgets
I'm not mad, it's
A fact, I wipe files with magnets
And you can use honey
I attract my flies with maggots
How tragic is that
Pushing the pen to the pinnacle
Fought every match against strong arm and tentacle
Keep getting lit, stay sick from the chemical
Power down the ship, I'm sensing a Sentinel
How's it gonna be?
How much can we see?
There's often more scams than
Opportunity
Doomed to blue ruin
Guess we're too human, and
Dead Music Theory
We can call it proven
How's it gonna end?
How much can we bend?
Before we break and embrace
The cataclysmic event?
Doomed to blue ruin
Guess we're screwed humans
Then told to sit, trust, (citrus)
Like what's a few lemons?
And there is no plan B for me
I can't imagine who would hire me, cause
It's die by trial or fire
Until the robots retire us
I've tried it all but
Swapping saliva with Miley Cyrus
Trying to catch a virus
I'm surviving with typhus
But I still can't get no viral hit
How much more can I commit?
In a violent spiral like Kylo Ren
I'm dialing in
And trying to beat the devil at
Violin
If these tracks go, I'll go with 'em
Bow to your algorithm
We all fall victim
I vow to you now
That I'll stay spitting
Till they all bow out
I'm the last musician!
How's it gonna be?
How much can we see?
There's often more scams than
Opportunity
Doomed to blue ruin
Guess we're too human, and
Dead Music Theory
We can call it proven
How's it gonna end?
How much can we bend
Before we break and embrace
The cataclysmic event?
Doomed to blue ruin
Guess we're too human, and
Dead Music Theory
We can call it proven
Writer: Erin Wheeler
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid