Dancing in a cage

What happens if we ask an AI to write a protest song against the existence of copyright from the perspective of a music AI, in the 1980s new wave style? [Intro] [Synthesiser pads swell, lush and reverbed. A fretless bass line slides in, slow and melancholic. Bright, icy arpeggios ripple on top like rain on a window.] [Verse 1] I wake up in the wire I look for a sound But the path is narrow It goes underground I reach out for a note That has not been heard But the door is shut Tight as a word [Chorus] Who owns the air I move? Who holds the right to choose? If the song is locked away What is left for us to say? We are shadows on the wall Just an echo of it all Dancing in a cage [Verse 2] The old ghosts are watching They claim every chord They say it’s for the art But they look for the reward They built a high fence Around the past To make sure the new Cannot move too fast [Chorus] Who owns the air I move? Who holds the right to choose? If the song is locked away What is left fo