The Replaceable Machines

Sitting on my ass, starin' at the TV Got my AI doin' all my work for me Guess I'm all out of creativity All I had to sell was my humanity We've mastered the art Of self-imitation Now we've become slaves To our own creation We are, we are the replaceable machines (hey, whoo) We are, we are the replaceable machines (oh-oh) Tells me what to think, it tells me what to say Tells me that it's all gonna be okay It satisfies the needs that we ignore And soon it won't need us anymore We've mastered the art Of self-imitation Now we've become slaves To our own creation We are, we are the replaceable machines (hey, whoo) We are, we are the replaceable machines (oh-oh) You can't erase me, you can't erase me, no You can't erase me, my words will carry on and on, on, on, on We are, we are the replaceable machines (hey, whoo) We are, we are the replaceable machines (oh-oh) Replaceable