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Country Song about #EFILism and #antinatalism as interpreted by AI. NGL kinda a banger
[Verse]
In a world turned upside down and gray,
Fields of corn, now they're dry and fade,
The moon hangs low, whispering despair,
Shadows of the past caught in the midnight air.
[Verse 2]
Livin' a life we never did request,
Born into a battle, never no rest,
The stars don’t twinkle, they just stand and stare,
Mocking every dream we ever dared.
[Chorus]
What’s the point of a world full of pain?
Old broken hearts and the chains of disdain,
Every sunrise just begins another fight,
Darkness bleeding into empty night.
[Verse 3]
Ghosts of memories haunt these hollowed halls,
Every step we take echoes clattering walls,
Ain't no salvation, just a long, slow decay,
Endless horizon stretches far away.
[Verse 4]
The rivers, they run with sorrow’s tide,
No gentle hand or soul to confide,
Silent whispers through the willow trees,
No comfort found in the evening breeze.
[Bridge]
Futility’s a curse we can't outrun,
Every rising hope, snuffed by the sun,
Headed for nothing, it’s all we abide,
A lonesome journey on a soulless ride.
Country Song about #EFILism and #antinatalism as interpreted by AI. NGL kinda a banger
[Verse]
In a world turned upside down and gray,
Fields of corn, now they're dry and fade,
The moon hangs low, whispering despair,
Shadows of the past caught in the midnight air.
[Verse 2]
Livin' a life we never did request,
Born into a battle, never no rest,
The stars don’t twinkle, they just stand and stare,
Mocking every dream we ever dared.
[Chorus]
What’s the point of a world full of pain?
Old broken hearts and the chains of disdain,
Every sunrise just begins another fight,
Darkness bleeding into empty night.
[Verse 3]
Ghosts of memories haunt these hollowed halls,
Every step we take echoes clattering walls,
Ain't no salvation, just a long, slow decay,
Endless horizon stretches far away.
[Verse 4]
The rivers, they run with sorrow’s tide,
No gentle hand or soul to confide,
Silent whispers through the willow trees,
No comfort found in the evening breeze.
[Bridge]
Futility’s a curse we can't outrun,
Every rising hope, snuffed by the sun,
Headed for nothing, it’s all we abide,
A lonesome journey on a soulless ride.