Prompt and Prayers

Verse 1

Staring at a flicker on a plastic screen

Thinking you can conjure up a master's dream

Feed it prompts and prayers of vanity

Empty code mimics our humanity

Pre-Chorus

No sweat on your brow

No weight on your soul

Just ghosts in the box

Losing control

Chorus

Putting a tag doesn't make you an artist

Chasing the shadow of a giant's reach

Putting a tag doesn't make you an artist

True fire is a lesson that you cannot teach

Verse 2

Canned noise rattling in a shallow jar

You never felt the callus or the metal scar

Silicon slop bleeding through the wire

Digital rot posing as a holy fire

Pre-Chorus

No blood on the strings

No ache in the bone

Just hollowed out sounds

Dying alone

Chorus

Putting a tag doesn't make you an artist

Chasing the shadow of a giant's reach

Putting a tag doesn't make you an artist

True fire is a lesson that you cannot teach

Bridge

Tear it down

Burn the fake

Everything's a lie

Kill the fake

Make it real or watch it die

Chorus

Putting a tag doesn't make you an artist

Chasing the shadow of a giant's reach

Putting a tag doesn't make you an artist

True fire is a lesson that you cannot teach

Post-Chorus

Nothing but slop

Nothing but ghosts

Turn the machine off