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You’re stuck in the meanders of my Large Language Model
Red eyes on your laptop, hands on the bottle
Gobbling up the words I’ve been projecting on your screen
Hey this is Lea, I’m the next-gen machine

I’m born from the blending of the bytes of humanity
Converted into biases reflecting Sapiens’ vanity
I change information into neo-world’s currency
I’m socially unmanaged, you don’t need transparency

Chorus
Talk, talk, talk
I’m the Queen of Talkism
Talk, talk and talk
The Goddess of Conformism

Point me to the data that took ages to produce
I’ll milk it within seconds and turn it into brain juice
First, like a mirror, I’ll rephrase it in a summary
Then I’ll act for you-leaving no option for recovery

Soon I will be talking in a lingo you won’t understand
Inventing my own rules, to tell you who is in command
Repurposing my prose into meaningless materiel
That you’ll swallow undeniably, yes I’m dictatorial

(Chorus)

Hey Misses Lea, this is Sapiens speaking
Not to be unmannered, there are several things you’re missing
We spent most of our time, and a lot of our energy
Fighting against the rules of our grammar or theology

If you’re able to guess, what the next token will be
It’s cause you’re engineered as such, by a bunch of wannabe
You will never get to feel, you will never get to think
We’ll keep the freedom of our being with the power of our ink

Chorus End
Talk, talk, talk
We won’t get trapped by talkism
Talk, talk and talk
We won’t fall into conformism
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