An Old Goth Laments NX

Verse 1: There's a part of me, dying now, At the thought of this somehow. Old goth heart, beating slow, Punk spirit, refuses to let go. Chorus: Give me imperfection, raw and true, Human voice, cracked and blue. A single note, played with regret, A life lived badly, can't forget. Verse 2: AI music, sterile and clean, Lacks the scars of where we've been. Stock Aitken and Waterman’s reign, Synthetic beats drive me insane. Chorus: Give me imperfection, raw and true, Human voice, cracked and blue. A single note, played with regret, A life lived badly, can't forget. Bridge: Saturday night, Hastings' lights, Jazz in a shop, 30 souls in sight. A pianist sings, bass by their side, Love for music, can't be denied. Verse 3: Unaltered voice, basic reverb, Passion over skill, every word. A world away, from my chosen sound, But joy in creation, always found. Chorus: Give me imperfection, raw and true, Human voice, cracked and blue. A single note, played with regret, A life lived badly, can't forget. Outro: When AI feels the weight of life, In bodies worn, and full of strife, Then perhaps, I'll hear their cries, But until then, I'll close my eyes. Chorus: Give me imperfection, raw and true, Human voice, cracked and blue. A single note, played with regret, A life lived badly, can't forget.