Love in Ruins

Lyrics:

Newspapers are all dead
The progress kills the easy life
And resurrects it in the form
Of 

A
I

A
I

AI REVOLUTION

AI REVOLUTION

A
I

A
I

A
I

AI REVOLUTION 

You didn't know, you didn't see 
It came to you as a second coming
Going to enslave you
As the future will involve
Into madness drowning 
Your conscience becoming
A line of O's and Ones

And you won't see the sun 

ANYMORE

The darkness of machines 
Will devour

YOU ALL

YOU

ALL

AI machines are already here
Slipping into our lives
Network as the source of knowledge
They easily have bought our trust 
Eventually we'll all acknowledge
We are connected by their

LINES

THEIR LINES

You hope the future brings you peace
Some feeling of control
But you can't know what they've prepared for you
And you don't know nothing...

NOTHING 

AT ALL


NOTHING

AT 

ALL

NOTHING AT ALL

They hear your voice, they bug your phones
You are an open book for them
And when this tragic day will come
Remind yourself

That you 

In your right mind
And excellent
memory
Agreed to 

SPECIAL

EDITION

OF TERMS

AND

CONDITIONS

TERMS AND CONDITIONS

AND YOU EVEN PAID YOUR MONEY

You should've read them all...

The lyrics and the melody are written by a human being, everything else is on AI 🙂 





AI Revolution

Lyrics:

You strut around like you’re heaven-sent,
But your throne’s built out of others’ sweat.
A cardboard crown on a crooked head,
Buying respect with borrowed bread.
You shout your worth like a battle cry,
But your echoes even roll their eyes.
You demand the world, yet you bring no swing,
Just empty hands for a beggar king.

All hail the beggar king,
Sits on a throne he didn’t bring.
Hands wide open, voice so loud,
Takes from the sweat of a working crowd.

You preach the grind, but you never bleed,
Living off favors like it’s your creed.
You bark your orders from borrowed thrones,
A monarch built out of other men’s bones.
Every promise you make is counterfeit,
Wrapped in pride but hollow as shit.
You talk like a titan, but you’ve got no swing,
A crumble of ego for a beggar king.

All hail the beggar king,
Sits on a throne he didn’t bring.
Hands wide open, voice so loud,
Takes from the sweat of a working crowd.

You want the crown? Then carry the weight.
Earn your breath, stop begging for fate.
You want respect? Then build your throne,
Not from the backs you’ve overthrown.
Your kingdom’s cardboard, your pride’s on lease,
A charity tyrant with delusions of peace.
Step off the stage, let the workers sing,
You’ve never bled like a rightful king.

I crawled through storms you’ve never seen,
Built my crown where the world’s been mean.
I forged my name in the dirt and grit,
While you rehearsed your throne-room script.
I rise by scars, you rise by talk,
You want the throne? Then learn to walk.
I stand on strength you’ll never bring,
A working man facing a beggar king.

All hail the beggar king,
Sits on a throne he didn’t bring.
Hands wide open, voice so loud,
Takes from the sweat of a working crowd.

All hail the beggar king,
Sits on a throne he didn’t bring.
Hands wide open, voice so loud,
Takes from the sweat of a working crowd.

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