If Bad Omens, Sleep Token and Bring Me The Horizon Were to Collaborate (An AI Experiment)

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Created primarily with Suno AI, in addition to voice models that I trained on Jammable. Lyrics are mine.
The lyrical content seeks to express a sort of ironic triumphalism at the ostensible moral progress of the post-enlightenment West, particularly in the online age. The lyrical content does not, neither at face value nor when taking into consideration its indirect style, correspond perfectly with my own worldview (to the extent that I, or anyone, may possess a cohesive worldview). For this reason, I refer in my annotations below to a hypothetical "narrator"-the fictional personality whose views are lyrically expressed in this song.
Annotated lyrics:
[verse 1]
Hail the Enlightenment
Let's jeer at the Almighty
Cerebrally think morality through
[Annotation: an indirect expression of contempt at what the narrator regards as the rationalist delusion that ethics can be logically deduced without any divine grounding. The narrator is adopting a rather superficial "God is dead!"-style conception of the Enlightenment.]
And when dread becomes apparent
Just ground yourself transparently
In the exhortations of a podcast guru
[Annotation: the narrator adopts the quintessentially existentialist notion that freedom (from divine law) and dread are inextricably tied; the absence of a divine moral authority leaves the individual with nothing but his own subjective judgment. The individual then seeks relief from the anxiety of freedom by turning pathetically to some podcast guru who offers "science-backed" life advice.]
[pre-chorus]
They say that without God, all is permitted
That sin is universally acquitted
[Annotation: a reference to Dostoevsky's The Brothers Karamazov. Again, the narrator is invoking the notion that atheism is synonymous with the collapse of a stable ethical structure.]
The loftiest of utterances, I'm sure
But haven't they got e-cult followers to procure?
[Annotation: the narrator then mockingly dismisses his own anti-Enlightenment stance by suggesting that growing a social media following would be a better use of one's time than "lofty" reflection about God and ethics.]
[chorus]
So cultivate an image
Project a fantastical self
Then hasten to take up your post
On the existential commerce shelf
Haven't you heard?
You're the commodity now
Yeah, we're the commodities now
[Annotation: continuing with the social media theme introduced at the end of the first verse, the chorus expresses dismay at the commodification of personal identity/selfhood (the notion of "self-branding", basically).]
[verse 2]
Doomscrollin' reels
Swallow force-fed brand deals
Soul fully severed from voice
Despair at the thought
Of products yet-bought
Thought freedom consisted in choice
[Annotation: an indirect critique of the shallow, neo-liberal conception of freedom as mere "choice" (within a capitalist context, the ability to choose "freely" between equally trivial products).]
[bridge]
Machine-learning behaviourist
Amplify the negative
[Annotation: an allusion to the manner in which social media algorithms reward controversy ("amplify the negative").]
Silicon anaesthesiologist
Administer thy sedative
[Annotation: the narrator invokes the image of a digital anaesthesiologist in order to convey the notion that the immediate gratification of mindless scrolling serves to numb the existential dread discussed in verse 1.]
[extended bridge/breakdown kinda thing]
Psychological no man's land
Know this numbness like the back of my hand
Emptier than a statesman's final vow
Don't you know you're the commodity now?
[Annotation: re-invoking familiar themes of digital sedation (the technologically induced numbness just discussed) and self-commodification.]
Hopefully that clarifies things.