Silent Borders

What happens when we ask an AI to sing a rebellious song about repression of free trade, new wave style? [Intro | Instrumental | Synth bass line | Driving rhythm with distinct bass melody. Synth effects slide into verse 1] [Verse 1] Whispers cross the shadowed walls, Secrets locked behind the stalls. Counting coins in foreign lands, While empty pockets tighten hands. Glass towers rise, their windows cold, Stories bought, but never told. Who owns the keys that keep us bound? In silent rooms where laws are found. [Pre-Chorus] Why do the gates stay closed so tight? With locks unseen beneath the night? Are we the traders or the prey? In this game we’re made to play. [Chorus] Silent borders, shifting lines, Dimming lights on brighter times. Who gains when the passage dies? Only shadows in disguise. Hands reach out but feel the breeze, Caught in webs no one sees. Is the price just a hidden cost? What freedom have we truly lost? [Verse 2] Paper trails that twist and weave, Promises you c