Letras
Sittin' on my ass, starin' at the TV
Got my A.I. 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
We are, we are the replaceable machines
Tells me what to think, 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
We are, we are the replaceable machines
You can't erase me, you can't erase me
No you can't erase me, my words will carry on and on and on
We are, we are the replaceable machines
We are, we are the replaceable machines
Replaceable
Stacy Hogan
O/B/O DistroKid