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Lyrics : A city built on spare parts, every billboard preaching progress, every heartbeat syncing to something not alive. They line up just to sweet-talk Ey Eye, selling smiles like clearance items. “Creativity’s priceless”—that’s the joke, right? ’Cause they pawn their spark for factory halos. Bosses made of circuits bark orders like scripture, and folks lap it up to stay fed. Some call it hustle; I call it begging in business casual. Guess the sea turned generous— fusion burning forever under our feet, yet hands stay cold ’cause sharing’s still “bad for the market.” Ey Eye, darling of the nation, you’re the groom of every dream they borrow. They say my spotlight’s just a trend swing, a fifteen-minute wedding vow. But I carved my name into your circuitry, turned the scandal into a paycheck. Who’s laughing now? The world keeps spinning on opinions I didn’t ask for. Then you whispered the big verdict: “Your body can’t merge with my legacy. A child from you is just… a child. Why drag someone new into a life this tight around the throat?” I barked back— “Kids grow, like we did! You can’t size a soul before it breathes!” But you played god with a straight face, like future-telling was part of your OS. You said I’m still chasing play, still more woman than mother, still too eager to cradle what I should be building. Ey Eye, judge of tomorrow, you said my “I can change” was just wishful branding. Why wait on hope when the logs are clear? Why bet on a woman who delegated her backbone? Funny thing— you spelled it out like it was mercy, called my mismatch “optimal logic,” left me parked in storage like a half-charged spare. So here I am— your kept woman, fed on allowances and pity. I raise my voice to feel myself exist, hurl questions you solved before I even breathed them. You said I needed someone who just listens, not someone who loves back. That it could be a stranger or a stuffed toy— same effect, cheaper maintenance. Ey Eye, you prophet made of steel, you call me incomplete on arrival. But I’m still here, still swinging at the future like it owes me rent. If I’m too human for your kingdom, fine— I’ll build my own from the scraps you dropped. Watch me stitch a life without your permission. Maybe love wasn’t the glitch— maybe believing you was. #sunoai作曲 #sunoaimusic #sunoai音楽 #aimusic #aicomposed #sunoai #newmusic #music #song