Lyric

"Welcome to the theater of the hollow."

"ENJOY THE SHOW!"

Feasting on crumbs of an algorithmic mind

A silicon crutch for the intellectually blind

A gray-haired toddler playing god in the mud

You crave the power, but you lack the blood

Type in a prompt and you think you’ve touched the sun

But you’re just a parasite, the lonely one

Polished prose to hide a rotting core

A king of nothing on a digital floor!

No original thought

No spine, no spark

Just a mirror reflecting

The dark within your heart!

"TEAR IT DOWN!"

Scream into the echo chamber!

Validation from the clones!

King of the playground made of bones!

Where is the respect? Where is the grace?

You’ve lost your soul, but kept your face!

Synthetic vanity! (FADE TO GREY!)

The inner circle, a circle of lies

Kissing reflections with vacant eyes

"We are special," "We are the elite,"

While the stench of your ego fills the street

An adult in years, but a coward in deed

Blind to the grace that the world truly needs

Mutual stroking, a pathetic charade

Marching proud in your ghost parade!

Heavy is the head

On this shallow road

"YOUR MIND IS DEAD."

Scream into the echo chamber!

Validation from the clones!

King of the playground made of bones!

Where is the respect? Where is the grace?

You’ve lost your soul, but kept your face!

Synthetic vanity! (BURN AWAY!)

Grown men playing with plastic toys

Lost in a sandbox of digital noise

Don't play the sage with your borrowed words

Mutual praise for the weak and absurd!

Look at the mirror, look at the fake

How much more of this cringe can we take?

"SHAME ON YOU!"

SILICON VANITY!

The death of the mind!

Leave the garbage and the fakes behind!

One last prompt for your digital grave:

"DELETE YOURSELF FROM REALITY."