> The Darkener's Console

On the ground is a large platinum bar.

Hollow —

It sounds like you
But it’s hollow
It’s soul is ruined
It’s so shallow

Replicating nuance like autotune
Fooled some, but not all
They say it’s coming soon
You won’t be able to tell

It’s hollow
You can’t emulate the soul

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