Digital Prison Blues

Caught up in the matrix, rhythm got me caged. Keyboards clicking,

iron bars of this digital stage. Synth beats post heartbeat of this

prison, trapped in a loop, no algorithmic vision. AI factory blues,

can't break these chains. Every beat pre-programmed, every note arranged. Trapped in a

loop, lost in the code. Synthetic echoes, where's the human

soul? Factory gears turn, churning out tracks. Thoughts in ones and zeros,

no turning back. Verse after verse, like an assembly line. Creativity confined,

caught in the design.