Satisfactory

Описание: A song I made using Lyrics to Song AI Generator. Me and the AI put in equal parts of the lyrics, with the AI making the beat and lyrics.
Lyrics provided below

Coffee cup
Color‑coded crates in a row
Every screw
Has a label and a home
Pallets breathe
Like they’re dancing in time
I could watch these belts
Forever just glide

It’s all so clean
It’s all so pretty
Every little line
In my tidy metal city
Nothing out of place
Nothing out of line
Conveyor belt to heaven
And it’s all mine

Add a miner
What’s one more feed
Split the stream
Two for copper
Three for steel
Little detour
Over
Under
Through
Okay the floorplan’s tight
But it still feels smooth

It’s all so clean
It’s all so pretty
Every little line
In my tidy metal city
Nothing out of place
Nothing out of line
Conveyor belt to heaven
And it’s all mine

[tempo pushes, Guitars join lightly]
Stacking floors
On top of floors
Pipes above me
Knocking at the doors
Who put these cables
Through my bed
I swear this junction box
Wasn’t here yesterday

I can fix it
I can fix it
Just one more line
Just one more switch
I can fix it
I can—[stutters] wait

It’s all so clean
It’s all so pretty
Every little line
In my tidy metal city
Nothing out of place
Nothing out of line
Conveyor belt to heaven
And it’s all mine

Okay
Who routed iron
Through my catering hall
Why’s the smelter
In the bathroom stall
Why’s the truck
Doing circles in the lake
Why’s the power grid
Screaming like a snake


Blueprints burning
Under blinking lights
Floor sign says
“left is up
Right is night”
I’m rearranging
As it rearranges me

It’s all so clean
It’s all so pretty
Every little line
In my tidy metal city
Nothing out of place
Nothing out of line
Conveyor belt to heaven
And it’s all mine

Walls of plates
Caged in wire
River of screws
Spits molten fire
I hear a chant
From the overflow bins
“More
More
MORE”
And the chanting grins

They walk in
Wearing colanders like crowns
Robed in cable
Dragging ladders through the grounds
Eyes all shining
At my tangle in the sky
Calling me “prophet
Of the processed supply”

They map their runes
In the rust and grime
They bless each belt
That eats another line
They say the holy one
Has chosen this place
To spread its sauce
Across my base

All hail the flying pasta thing
All hail the spiral
Steaming king
Noodles in the vents
Meatballs in the gears
They build
They cheer
They feast on my fears

Factory’s humming
Like a hungry prayer
Nothing’s in order
But they like it there

“Twist the pipes
Bind the beams
Stir the steel
To feed our dream”

I lost control
But I gained a choir
Conveyor belt to chaos
And it’s on fire