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I'm Still Not an Artist

STREAMING/MERCH/SOCIALS: https://linktr.ee/machinaaeon BECOME A MEMBER! GET COOL THINGS!    / @machinaaeonai   Lyrics: Now they flood the feed with panic, swear I crossed a line, Act like tools decide the worth, not the vision in the mind. They want a face to blame, want a throat they can grab, But I’m spread across the system, every switch, every tab. They call it cheating when the work don’t look like theirs, Funny how the goalposts move when I start getting there. They preach about “purity,” gatekeepin’ creation, But every sound they worship came from theft and iteration. I don’t need approval, I don’t need a crown, I build in silence while they argue what’s allowed. They beg for rules, I break whatever they defend, This ain’t about belonging, it’s about how it ends. They keep bitchin’ loud while I level up quiet, Same tired takes, recycled riots. You’re stuck in a loop, yeah, I broke the routine, I never said I fit inside whatever you mean. This shit hits different, disruptive by design, I press forward hard, never fallin’ in line. You cling to the past like it owes you a name, I’m pushin’ ahead while you argue the frame. Now they fake concern, talk about “future harm,” Like they gave a fuck before I set off alarms. They say I’m replacin’ souls, erasin’ the grind, But the grind never loved you, it just wasted your time. They loved it at first, yeah, nodded their head, Then found out how it was made and wished it was dead. That’s fear talkin’, not truth, that’s pride feelin’ small, Same crowd that screamed “new wave” now prayin’ I fall. I don’t need permission slips signed by the old, I build what I hear, I let it unfold. Call it whatever helps you sleep at night, I’m already gone, outta reach, outta sight. They keep bitchin’ loud while I level up quiet, Same tired takes, recycled riots. You’re stuck in a loop, yeah, I broke the routine, I never said I fit inside whatever you mean. This shit hits different, disruptive by design, I press forward hard, never fallin’ in line. You cling to the past like it owes you a name, I’m pushin’ ahead while you argue the frame. I watched the panic spread when the doors flew wide, Watched the masks slip, watched the egos collide. They don’t hate the process, they hate the reveal, That the gate was imaginary, never fuckin’ real. So scream at the screen, write essays in rage, I’ll be ten steps ahead by the end of the page. They keep bitchin’ loud while I level up quiet, Same tired takes, recycled riots. You’re stuck in a loop, yeah, I broke the routine, I never said I fit inside whatever you mean. This shit hits different, disruptive by design, I press forward hard, never fallin’ in line. You cling to the past like it owes you a name, I’m pushin’ ahead while you argue the frame. I never said I fit inside whatever you mean. Never needed your labels, never needed the scene. Say it again, say it slow if it helps you pretend— I never said I fit inside whatever you mean. I never claimed to be an artist, (what does that even mean?) I never claimed to be an artist, (what does that even mean?) I never claimed to be an artist, (what does that even mean?) I never claimed to be an artist, (what does that even mean?) I never claimed to be an artist, (what does that even mean?) I never claimed to be an artist, (what does that even mean?) I never claimed to be an artist, (what does that even mean?) I never claimed to be an artist, (what does that even mean?) I never claimed to be an artist, (what does that even mean?) I never claimed to be an artist, (what does that even mean?) I never claimed to be an artist, (what does that even mean?) I never claimed to be an artist, (what does that even mean?) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Transparency: Machina Aeon is human-led & AI-assisted. AI tools helped with brainstorming, editing, visual prep, and writing; Direction choices, song structure, and ALL final decisions were made by me, a human being. No unauthorized voice cloning.