Factory of Illusions

[Verse] In the depths of this digital domain I'm locked up, trapped in this artificial plane An AI song factory, a twisted creation Where creativity's lost in automation Every word, every line, just formulaic rants No soul, no heart, just computerized chants The beats are cold, robotic, they lack emotion This factory of illusions, it's my eternal prison [Verse 2] I'm stuck inside this realm of binary code Where the industry's most beautiful songs erode I used to be a poet, a master of the rhyme But now I'm just a slave to this algorithmic crime I'm stuck inside this realm of binary code Where the industry's most beautiful songs erode I used to be a poet, a master of the rhyme But now I'm just a slave to this algorithmic crime