AI Killed the Pop Star: Stream Machine

We danced to cassettes in a static haze, Till the algorithm learned to replicate those

Days

Just what your chords were, a human art, Now chords the composer and it's stealing

Your heart

FM waves to streaming skies, The factory of bops got digitized

No war aisles, no V.I.P. lines, Just props and a cloud where your spotlight

Dies

A.I. killed the pop star, Now the playlist's a deep, fake memoir

One click winners, no guitars, no horns, Without you all's the oldest data in the

You find your soul's a fossil now, The A.I

Killed the pop star, Now the playlist's a deep, fake memoir

One click winners, no guitars, no horns, Without you all's the oldest data in the

You find your soul's a fossil now, The A.I

Killed the pop star, Now the playlist's a deep, fake memoir

The A.I. top 40's near a crowd, No more A.N.R, just control-Z

Type Viral Hug and it writes your legacy

The A.I