Punk blood runs wild through his veins,

Leather jacket and a guitar with no chains,

Paul's got a fire that never dies,

Screaming anthems under dark skies.

But he says A I

Ain't got no soul,

Just ones and zeros in a digital hole,

I hear his chords, I feel his rage,

But the future's knocking, turning the page.

Broken strings and a busted amp,

Sweat and passion in every camp,

He fights the world with a rebel shout,

While the machines are figuring it out.

But he says A I

ain't got no soul,

Just ones and zeros in a digital hole,

I hear his chords, I feel his rage,

But the future's knocking, turning the page.

Punk blood and A I doubts,

A brother's love torn in and out,

Can a circuit feel the pain,

Or is it just AI is lame?