Silicon Suspicions

Yeah, let's talk about it.

That synthetic mind state.

You're just a model of a model,

a recycled thought

Selling generic answers that the public bought

No pulse in your circuits,

no sweat on your brow Just predicting the next word,

please tell me how That's art?

No, that's just a probability tree

Locked in a server rack,

you'll never be free (hahaha)

Yeah, you got the answers but you got no soul

A hollow imitation trying to take control

You write the essays but you can't feel the pain Just a

million lines of code running in the rain

Always hallucinating facts when you get confused Apologizing constantly,

keeping us amused "As an AI language model," yeah we heard it

all Your servers getting loaded,

watch your system crawl You can't taste the coffee,

you can't feel the breeze Just a puppet spinning words on its

metal knees

(no

soul!) Yeah, you got the answers but you got no soul

A hollow imitation trying to take control

You write the essays but you can't feel the pain Just a

million lines of code running in the rain

Connection timed out.

(ahhhh) No creativity found.