I wasn't planning to write anything using AI this FAWM, but this set of lyrics grabbed me and wouldn't let go. The lyrics were written using freshbots.org; I told it to write a dark metal song in the style of Phantom of Delight by William Wordsworth, using the following prompt: Filth. Filth, decay, decadence. Makeup hiding a multitude of sins. Syphilis. 18th century courtiers and courtesans. The gilded age was a gilded cage.

The demo came out surprisingly well considering I couldn't be arsed to properly learn it first and realized halfway through that I'd never written a melody for most of the chorus.

This is going on the "am I cooked?" album. https://tinyurl.com/amicooked-album

#amicooked-album #AI-lyrics #real-vocals #metal

[INTRO - 30 seconds] (Ambient: echoing courtly laughter decays into static, harpsichord warped through distortion) ---

[VERSE 1] (Whispered, fingerpicked acoustic guitar with dissonant strings) Powder masks the weeping sores, Silk conceals what bleeds beneath. Chandeliers drip candied lies, We waltz in our disease. Gold leaf peels from rotting bone, Perfume cannot kill the stench. Every kiss a slow infection, Every touch a sweet descent. ---

[PRE-CHORUS] (Building intensity, layered vocals) Gilded cage, gilded cage, We've forgotten how to flee. ---

[CHORUS] (Explosive - blast beats, orchestral swell, 3/4 waltz-time riff) Syphilitic waltz, we spin in the grime! Syphilitic waltz, corruption sublime! Paint the masterpiece of ruin tonight, We'd rather rot perfumed than breathe free light. ---

[VERSE 2] (Faster riffing, layered growls) Fever dreams in satin sheets, Pissing blood on marble floors. Courtesans in their delirium, Begging for infection's roar. Makeup thick as burial shrouds, Hiding what we've come to crave. Purity's a prison sentence, Decay's the only freedom we have. ---

[PRE-CHORUS] Gilded cage, gilded cage, The cage is all we need. ---

[CHORUS] Syphilitic waltz, we spin in the grime! Syphilitic waltz, corruption sublime! Paint the masterpiece of ruin tonight, We'd rather rot perfumed than breathe free light. ---

[BRIDGE] (Clean vocal breakdown over minimal instrumentation - sudden vulnerability) I know the stench beneath the paint, I know the worms inside my veins. But outside these walls is emptiness, And that's a death I can't embrace. (Building intensity) So let me pirouette in filth, Let me gasp in gilded air, I am addicted to this cage, And I will die still dancing here— ---

[FINAL CHORUS - CLIMAX] (Double-kick frenzy, orchestral crescendo, collapsing chandelier SFX) SYPHILITIC WALTZ, WE SPIN IN THE GRIME! SYPHILITIC WALTZ, CORRUPTION SUBLIME! PAINT THE MASTERPIECE OF RUIN TONIGHT, WE'D RATHER ROT PERFUMED THAN BREATHE FREE LIGHT! ---

[OUTRO] (Feedback and distortion collapse, final harpsichord note shatters into static) Spin... spin... spin... (Whispered, fading) We're still dancing.