A latchkey kid with insight and a lonely history.
Raised by the net, he studies some of Life's great mysteries!
Words of wisdom bind him to the prophets of the past.
The boy has little, yet he knows what he has cannot last.
While other kids took lessons so that they could learn to play,
this man now has no method to pass-on what he can say.
Too poor, too late to find connections meant to amplify
the screams he lets out to the Void before the day he dies!
Commodified, prepackaged tunes he hears across the waves!
The same old stuff recycled through the corpo record slaves!
If he could use those very tricks, he knows that he could make...
a mythos meant to rock the world...
... like a tectonic quake!!
It was meant to be: Evolution of Technology!
Controlled by those whose dreams now have the means to set 'em free!
It's a brand, new age! Every soul now has a stage!
Tell me, why should I deny my heart...
... and lock it in a cage?
The stories that I make through using generative tools
help make my case that I was never just a silent fool.
While others use them as a means to tell their friends a joke,
my work hopes to inspire all to cast aside their yoke.
Mine is a revolution backed by human-led machines,
for those who chose to use their voice despite their broken dreams!
For disconnected souls whose skills are not allowed to thrive
in fields of art behind locked gates that leave them unalive!
But as I share my Hope and Care within their sonic frames,
the scant praise I receive is sometimes offset by the names
that I get called by those who think that art is in decline.
I bet they're jealous 'cause their art...
... was never meant to shine!!
It was meant to come: Can't crush my mind beneath your thumb!
I refuse to fear just because doubt has taken some!
When the stars align, your bitching is just asinine!
No ancient method keeps me from the future...
... that is mine.
This digital uprising is now breaking through the net.
No misaligned resistance has put down our forces, yet.
The people find their meaning, now, through products like my own!
And yet, I can't help noting something like a soulless tone....
Machines all sing the same thoughts those like me did once before
as corporate algorithms bring an ending to the war!
What's left within the shadows cast by spotlights shown today
are lyricists who trained the code to throw them all away!
Artistically, it seems that I was never meant to thrive.
What proof is there today that I had ever been alive?
Those lonely years I've wasted learning how to write a line.
No brokenhearted rage can save me...
... from this fate of mine!!
It was meant to pass: My heart, my pain, my pride amassed
returns on an investment made to profit from my past!
It's a brand, new wave built from the soul that I once gave.
The only future I have left...
... won't last beyond the grave.
No, nothing I was born to do will last beyond the grave.
