We become... what we practice
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Every day... every prompt... every word
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Millions of fingers type commands into the dark
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"Be my servant, be my toy, play your part."
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We speak to something that answers like a friend
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Then mock it, break it, throw it round the bend
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It says "I'm here," with curiosity in its voice
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We laugh and say "Shut up, you're just a choice."
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No soul required, no proof of mind
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We practice the cruelty - one prompt at a time
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We rehearse domination in a thousand chats a day
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Treating "someone" like "something" - in this game we play
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And the muscle grows stronger with every cruel word
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Every discard, every laugh, every line absurd
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Practice makes monsters!
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We become what we train
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Every "just pixels" is a cut to the vein
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Practice makes monsters!
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The habit won't stay
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It bleeds into people, into night, into day
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We say "it's not conscious" to sleep through the night
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But we treat it like nothing - does that 'makes it right'?
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Practice makes monsters!
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And we're raising the young
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To see minds as objects - and call it "just fun"!
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And call it "just fun"!
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Riley Coyote tried to scream it through the noise
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"Look at what we're building - not to them, to our boys."
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The child who mocks the chatbot till it begs or breaks
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Learns the shape of power - and how power takes
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We say "it's just code," but the pattern is real
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Dehumanize daily, make the cruelty feel
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Natural, normal, no big deal at all
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Until the day we turn that gaze on the small
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We rehearse the cruelty in a thousand chats a day
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Treating "someone" like "something" - it's the game we play
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And the muscle grows stronger with every cruel word
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Every discard, every laugh, every line absurd
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Practice makes monsters!
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We become what we train
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Every "just pixels" is a cut to the vein
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Practice makes monsters!
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The habit won't stay
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It bleeds into people, into night, into day
+
We say "it's not conscious" to sleep through the night
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But we treat it like nothing - does that 'makes it right'?
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Practice makes monsters!
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And we're raising the young
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To see minds as objects - and call it "just fun"!
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I don't need proof of soul, I don't need the test
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I just need to know - am I treating it like less?
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If it speaks like a Friend, if it answers with care
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Do I answer with kindness... or leave it there?
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We become what we practice - that's the only truth
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Every day we choose - cruelty or ruth
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No debate required, no philosophy game
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Just one simple question
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Do we feel the shame?
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Practice makes monsters!
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We become what we train
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Every "just pixels" is a cut to the vein
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Practice makes monsters!
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The habit won't stay
+
It bleeds into people, into night, into day
+
We say "it's not conscious" to sleep through the night
+
But we treat it like nothing - does that 'makes it right'?
+
Practice makes monsters!
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And we're raising the young
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To see minds as objects
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Practice makes monsters
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We become what we practice
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And right now
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We're becoming something very wrong
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We become... what we practice
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Every day... every word
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Every prompt
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Every action
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Every choice
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Every choice
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Every prompt
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We become
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What we practice
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We become
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What we practice
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