"The Replaceable Machines" lyrics

Sittin' on my ass, starin' at the TV
Got my A.I. doin' all my work for me
Guess I'm all out of creativity
All I had to sell was my humanity

We've mastered the art of self-imitation
Now we've become slaves to our own creation

We are, we are the replaceable machines
We are, we are the replaceable machines

Tells me what to think, tells me what to say
Tells me that it's all gonna be okay
It satisfies the needs that we ignore
And soon it won't need us anymore

We've mastered the art of self-imitation
Now we've become slaves to our own creation

We are, we are the replaceable machines
We are, we are the replaceable machines

You can't erase me, you can't erase me
No, you can't erase me, my words will carry on and on and on...

We are, we are the replaceable machines
We are, we are the replaceable machines
Replaceable