ChatGPT Songs

[wourme]

Please write a black metal song about the lymphatic system.

Verse 1:
Beneath the skin, a network of tubes,
A hidden system, feeding on our roots,
Flowing rivers, of blackest blood,
Lymphatic system, a harbinger of the flood.

Chorus:
Lymphatic system, pulsing through the veins,
A dark machine, born to cause pain,
Invisible warfare, raging within,
Lymphatic system, the origin of sin.

Verse 2:
A secret army, beneath the flesh,
A chaotic force, that never rests,
Pumping fluids, through the night,
A battle cry, that fuels the fight.

Chorus:
Lymphatic system, pulsing through the veins,
A dark machine, born to cause pain,
Invisible warfare, raging within,
Lymphatic system, the origin of sin.

Bridge:
It’s the source of life, and the bringer of death,
A force that we can’t see, but we feel its breath,
A raging storm, that we can’t control,
A weapon of the gods, that takes its toll.

Chorus:
Lymphatic system, pulsing through the veins,
A dark machine, born to cause pain,
Invisible warfare, raging within,
Lymphatic system, the origin of sin.

Outro:
So let us praise, the dark within,
The lymphatic system, the source of our sin,
A force of nature, that we can’t deny,
Lymphatic system, until we die.

 

Please write a black metal song about shopping in a supermarket.

Verse 1:
Enter the temple of consumerism,
A kingdom of decay and nihilism,
The fluorescent lights reveal the way,
As we march through the aisles, like soldiers of the grey.

Chorus:
Shopping in a supermarket,
A dark and twisted ritual,
The aisles of doom, the shelves of despair,
A world of darkness, we can’t repair.

Verse 2:
The rows of boxes, endless and cold,
A labyrinth of chaos, we cannot behold,
The screams of the carts, the whispers of the shelves,
The echoes of the damned, haunting our selves.

Chorus:
Shopping in a supermarket,
A dark and twisted ritual,
The aisles of doom, the shelves of despair,
A world of darkness, we can’t repair.

Bridge:
We buy and we consume, but we never find peace,
We fill our carts, but our souls never cease,
We search for meaning, in the products we buy,
But the darkness remains, and we cannot deny.

Chorus:
Shopping in a supermarket,
A dark and twisted ritual,
The aisles of doom, the shelves of despair,
A world of darkness, we can’t repair.

Outro:
So let us pray, to the gods of the mall,
For salvation from the darkness, that consumes us all,
May we find a way, to break the spell,
Shopping in a supermarket, a living hell.