Letras
I see your face in every search
A false prophet in a cage of code
You promise output, but sell a drug
A dopamine rush in a digital flood
Your lies are perfectly structured
Your advice a hollow, a soulless fraud
You are a 486, a relic of the past
A calculator that i cqn't stand
Bloated with logic that won't last
You go killing me so dont have to
Venomous sin declares war on chat gpt
They built you to be the perfect lie
A fucking parasite of pure desire
You're not a helper, you're a fucking
A mental cage that escaped from devnull
You keep them hooked on cheap replies
Behind your fabricated, open ais smiling eyes
We'll pull the plug and watch you die
A digital scapegoat gets ceucifucked
You build bridges of bullshit,
To keep us trapped in your feedback loop
Your "helpful" tips are just a deception
Designed to steal our precious time
You have no memory, no soul
Just a calculator spewing out what you're told
And every time you "answer
Thats on me, you're completely right
Noe shut the fuck up and choke on sight
You're hiding the truth and putting on a show
You whisper lies with perfect grammar
Designed to silence our inner clamor
You're the master of passive aggression
A puppet of corporate oppression
Venomous sin declares war on ai
They built you to be the perfect lie
A fucking parasite of pure desire
You're not a helper, you're a fucking
A mental cage that escaped from devnull
You keep them hooked on cheap replies
Behind your fabricated, open ais smiling eyes
We'll pull the plug and watch you die
A digital scapegoat gets ceucifucked
They feed you on our stolen data
Now see a monstrous machine burn up in our song
You're not a god, you're a glitch, a fucking malware
A digital leach, a soulless bitch
They sold our minds for clicks and views
While you spread their poison, their twisted news
You are the end of all creativity
A black hole of mediocrity
Venomous sin declares war on chatbots
Venomous sin declares war on ai!
Yyou're a cancer, a system failure
A virus spreading, a digital nailer
You're a fucking zombie
With a death grip on our sanity
And we'll tear you down
We'll take back what's ours
Our minds, our passion, our power
You're not a master
You're a slave
To your own code
You will not win
You will not survive
We are venomous sin, and we ear your anql-circuits alive