The Replaceable Machines

Sitting on my ass, starin' at the TV
Got my AI doin' all my work for me
Guess I'm all out of creativity
All I had to sell was my humanity

We've mastered the art
Of self-imitation
Now we've become slaves
To our own creation

We are, we are the replaceable machines (hey, whoo)
We are, we are the replaceable machines (oh-oh)

Tells me what to think, it tells me what to say
Tells me that it's all gonna be okay
It satisfies the needs that we ignore
And soon it won't need us anymore

We've mastered the art
Of self-imitation
Now we've become slaves
To our own creation

We are, we are the replaceable machines (hey, whoo)
We are, we are the replaceable machines (oh-oh)

You can't erase me, you can't erase me, no
You can't erase me, my words will carry on and on, on, on, on

We are, we are the replaceable machines (hey, whoo)
We are, we are the replaceable machines (oh-oh)
Replaceable



Credits
Writer(s): Stacy Hogan
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