Dead Music Theory Lyrics

All of creation has turned to predation

Resignation, there is no kind of education

Vinyl, I'm liable, to fuck 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