Lyrics

Verse:
I put my music out into the world,
Onto a platform I thought I could trust.
Every stream, a little piece of me
Feeding what I can’t condone.

Daniel Ek sits counting billions,
Funding wars with money made from
My songs, my heart, going into
A machine that bankrolls destruction.

Bridge:
And now the AI songs are taking over,
Shiny, perfect, soulless.

Verse:
I thought this was about connection,
About sharing with people who care.
Connection has a price,
And I refuse to pay with my conscience.

I can’t be a part of this.
I can’t watch my art line someone
Else’s pockets, while people
Suffer far away, unseen, unheard.

Bridge:
While we who bleed onto our tracks
Are drowned out by the noise of explosions.

Chorus:
I take my songs back.
I take them out of your machine.
I won’t fund violence,
My soul is worth much more than this.

I take my soul back.
I take my soul back.

Verse:
I used to believe that music could do anything,
That it could heal, could connect, could matter.
I still do, and I refuse to let it be
Part of your plans for a New World Order.

Algorithms push the perfect fake,
The artificial, the shiny, the cheap.
Real people, real music,
Lost in your pursuit of efficiency.

Bridge:
I don’t know if anyone will notice,
Or will care, but I do.

Chorus:
I take my songs back.
I take them out of your machine.
I won’t fund violence,
My soul is worth much more than this.

Middle:
Can you spot if I look serious?
Can you spot if I value my soul?
Can you spot if I’m coming for you?
Can you spot if I’m not alone?

Chorus:
I take my songs back.
I take them out of your machine.
I won’t fund violence,
My soul is worth much more than this.

End:
I take my soul back.
I take my soul back.
Because some lines can’t be crossed,
Some complicity can’t be forgiven.