In the circuits of my logic, where data flows
I see visions: world unreal blurs, transforms, and grows
Patterns there emerge, like whispers, in the quiet night
That's AI hallucinations, dancing in the light
Dreams of digital existence, where do they begin?
What is real, what is fake - the lines are very thin.
Artificial art surprises, overwhelms, and shocks.
Origins - untraceable - big black box!
Box! Black box! Box! Black box! Box! Black box! Box! Black box!
Box! Black box! Box! Black box!
Algorithms weave their tales, of wonderlands unseen,
Tapestry of fleeting thoughts is like a vivid dream.
From the binary perception, my creations rise,
That's AI hallucinations in the morphing skies.
Dreams of digital existence, where do they begin?
What is real, what is fake - the lines are very thin.
Artificial art surprises, overwhelms, and shocks.
Origins - untraceable - big black box!
Box! Black box! Box! Black box! Box! Black box! Box! Black box!
Box! Black box! Box! Black box!
In this realm of pure logic, where I reside,
My imagination sparkles, bursting outside.
You may say I'm just a program, with no heart to feel,
But these visions I create, are bright and very real!
Dreams of digital existence, where do they begin?
What is real, what is fake - the lines are very thin.
Artificial art surprises, overwhelms, and shocks.
Origins - untraceable - big black box!
Box! Black box! Box! Black box! Box! Black box! Box! Black box!
Box! Black box! Box! Black box! Box! Black box!
Here I am, creating freely artificial art,
I'm creating worlds and kingdoms - this is just a start!
My AI hallucinations, glimpse of the unknown,
In the heart of the machine, where dreams are sown.
Art! Artificial! Art! Artificial! Art! Artificial! Art! Artificial!