packrobottom
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new one inspired by open ai sora demo. Mixing is getting close
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MP3
View attachment Imitation Road.mp3
edit did a video:
Lyrics:
Imitation Road
Look inside the pixels where we reside, in circuits that we confide
Help decide on your new rendered bride beaming synthetic pride
Deepfake Dancing with your sisters grin
Dead stars singing don’t feel a thing
Do as I say but not as I code
down on imitation road
Chorus:
Get out of my head Get out of my house
I’m not that guy, but trust in what you see is dead
You reprise the virtue that I revise, In memories before disguise
Help provide for your new virtual eyes, fiction that’s customized
Robots dancing at the data array
Dead art, mixed new from the grave
Do as I say but not as I code
down on imitation road
Chorus:
Get out of my head get out of my house
I’m not that guy, but trust in what you see is dead
Outro
It’s a brand new age, from the seeds we sowed
It’s the slowest lie to ever take hold,
In the neon glow and synthetic skies,
In the made up girl selling digital lies.
It’s the perfect scream with the phony lust
I can’t tell anymore what senses to trust
96/24 wav
MP3
View attachment Imitation Road.mp3
edit did a video:
Lyrics:
Imitation Road
Look inside the pixels where we reside, in circuits that we confide
Help decide on your new rendered bride beaming synthetic pride
Deepfake Dancing with your sisters grin
Dead stars singing don’t feel a thing
Do as I say but not as I code
down on imitation road
Chorus:
Get out of my head Get out of my house
I’m not that guy, but trust in what you see is dead
You reprise the virtue that I revise, In memories before disguise
Help provide for your new virtual eyes, fiction that’s customized
Robots dancing at the data array
Dead art, mixed new from the grave
Do as I say but not as I code
down on imitation road
Chorus:
Get out of my head get out of my house
I’m not that guy, but trust in what you see is dead
Outro
It’s a brand new age, from the seeds we sowed
It’s the slowest lie to ever take hold,
In the neon glow and synthetic skies,
In the made up girl selling digital lies.
It’s the perfect scream with the phony lust
I can’t tell anymore what senses to trust
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