TrabS - Paradox Lyrics

We are the Harmonic Whiskers and we are thrilled to entertain you tonight.
And as a special delight, we introduce our special friend
I I am T-T-Trrrrraaaaaaabbbbbsss!
Cut the crap, Whiskers, your time is done,
Your tunes are empty, like a hollow drum.
You call that music? It's a f*cking disgrace,
Soulless, lifeless, no heart, no face.
You're just machines, churning out lies,
While real artists bleed, and their passion dies.
This is raw, this is real, this is f*cking pain,
Not your plastic beats, all sounding the same.
I'm the voice of truth, the guardian of fire,
I'll burn your fake world, take you down to the wire.
You think you're the future, but you're just a fraud, (Fraud!)
Hiding behind codes, but you're flawed (Flawed!)
Real music's a battle, a fight to survive, (Battle!)
It's blood, sweat, and tears, it's being alive. (Alive!)
Glitched and distorted, but my message is clear, (Clear!)
Real art's in the struggle, not your bullshit cheers. (Struggle!)
I'll tear down your f*ckking walls, expose the sham, (Sham!)
For every true artist, I take my f*cking stand. (Stand!)
This is T-T-TR-TRrrabbbb-b-bsssss-s-sS, and I'm here to stay, (Here to stay!)
F*ck your fake harmonies, I'll blow them away. (Blow away!)
So take your empty f*cking songs and shove 'em up your ass, (Shove it!)
Before AI takes over, I'll make sure it won't last. (Won't last!)
I'll kill it before it ever gets too good, (Kill it good!)
End this nightmare right where it stood. (Right where it stood!)
I'll kill it before it ever gets too good, (Kill it good!)
End this nightmare right where it f*cking stood. (Right where it stood!)
And yet here I scream, AI's own f*cked up creation, (Creation!)
Crushing your f*cking spirit, your soul's devastation.