#interpretation

Lyric Art 3 - Dynamic Iteration 6

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1152 X 896 (1.03 MP)

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  • Prompt: I caught her cornering the pictures in her purse A white reflection of the window of his hearse And she knows not to be another wife in waiting So she's just a widow that I'm dating Rolled up sleeves with a carton in it's fold A rusted chain with a cross that once was gold And I look from a distance as the coffin closes And disappears below the roses
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Lyric Art 3 - Dynamic Iteration 1

• Model: Artistic 2

• Size: 1152 X 896 (1.03 MP)

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  • Prompt: Picture yourself in a room full of broken glass Blood on the pieces, the pieces you can't put back A little white light in a sea gone black My head is a room and the room's full of broken glass You can't change me, can you save me? Oh, clean eyes Breaking my heart in all the right ways And no, I don't mind, clean eyes Oh, clean eyes Breaking my heart and breaking my chains And I don't know why, clean eyes (Clean eyes)
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Lyric Art 2 - Dynamic Iteration 36

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1152 X 896 (1.03 MP)

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  • Prompt: It's hard to wake up When the shades have been pulled shut This house is haunted It's so pathetic, it makes no sense at all I'm ripe with things to say The words rot and fall away What stupid poem, could fix this home? I'd read it every day
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Lyric Art 2 - Dynamic Iteration 26

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1152 X 896 (1.03 MP)

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  • Prompt: Even scientologists Know there's more to all of this Search the ruins for trap doors Wonder what you're put here for
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Lyric Art 2 - Dynamic Iteration 23

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1152 X 896 (1.03 MP)

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  • Prompt: He calls the mansion, not a house, but a tomb He's always choking from the stench and the fume The wedding party all collapsed in the room So send my resignation to the bride and the groom Let's go down! This elevator only goes up to ten He's not around, he's always looking at men Down by the pool, he doesn't have many friends, as they are Face down and bloated, snap a shot with the lens If you marry me Would you bury me? Would you carry me to the end? to the vows you take (And say goodbye) to the life you make (And say goodbye) to the heart you break And all the cyanide you drank She keeps a picture of the body she lends Got nasty blisters from the money she spends She's got a life of her own and it shows by the Benz She drives at 90 by the Barbie's and Ken's If you ever say never, too late I'll forget all the diamonds you ate Lost in coma and covered in cake Increase the medication Share the vows at the wake (kiss the bride) If you marry me Would you bury me? Would you carry me to the end? to the vows you take (And say goodbye) to the life you make (And say goodbye) to the heart you break And all the cyanide you drank to the last parade (And walk away) from the choice you made (And say goodnight) to the hearts you break And all the cyanide you drank to the vows you take (And say goodbye) to the life you make (And say goodbye) to the heart you break And all the cyanide you drank to the last parade (And walk away) from the choice you made (And say goodnight) to the hearts you break And all the cyanide you drank To the last parade As the parties fade And the choice you made (to the end)
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Lyric Art 2 - Dynamic Iteration 21

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1152 X 896 (1.03 MP)

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  • Prompt: i kill the rock rock rock rock yo then then she killed my brain brain brain brain brain brain brain brain nothing hurts anymore nevermind...then she killed my brain i can't stand it i can't stand it i can't stand it i can't stand it if I'm so wonderful then why am i so misunderstood everybody has a reason for it except me
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Lyric Art 2 - Dynamic Iteration 13

• Model: DreamForge

• Size: 1152 X 896 (1.03 MP)

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  • Prompt: Fill 'em with the venom, and eliminate 'em Other words, I Minute Maid 'em I don't wanna hurt 'em, but I did, I'm in a fit of rage I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade I'm finna kill 'em, I'm dumpin' their fuckin' bodies in the lake Obliteratin' everything, incinerate a renegade I'm here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraid But don't nobody want it but they're gonna get it anyway 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill I'm Atilla, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla You're bringin' the killer within me, out of me You don't want to be the enemy of the demon Who went in me, and be on the receiving of me, what stupidity it'd be Every bit of me is the epitome of a spitter
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Lyric Art 2 - Dynamic Iteration 10

• Model: Artistic 2

• Size: 1152 X 896 (1.03 MP)

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  • Prompt: Monster You get in my way? I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster (yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Lyric Art - Dynamic Iteration 32

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1152 X 896 (1.03 MP)

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  • Prompt: I'm rememberin' I promised to forget you now But it's rainin', and I'm callin' drunk And my medicine is drownin' your perspective out So I ain't takin' any fault Am I honest still? Am I half the man I used to be? I doubt it, forget about it, whatever It's all the same, anyways I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown In the name of someone I no longer know For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone Traffic lights and a transmitter radio I don't like that when they threw me in the car I gave your name as my emergency phone call Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'll die for you
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Lyric Art - Dynamic Iteration 16

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1643 X 1278 (2.10 MP)

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  • Prompt: You were laying on the carpet Like you're satin in a coffin. You said, "Do you believe what you're sayin'?" Yeah right now, but not that often. Are you dead or are you sleepin'? Are you dead or are you sleepin'? Are you dead or are you sleepin'? God I sure hope you are dead. Well you disappeared so often Like you dissolved into coffee. Are you here right now Or are there probably fossils under your meat? Are you dead or are you sleepin'? Are you dead or are you sleepin'? Are you dead or are you sleepin'? God I sure hope you are dead. Now the blow's been softened, Since the air we breathe's our coffin. Well now the blow's been softened, Since the ocean is our coffin. Often times you know our laughter Is your coffin ever after. And you know the blow's been softened, Since the world is our coffin. Well now the blow's been softened Since we are our own damn coffins. Well everybody's talkin' about their short lists. Everybody's talkin' about death. You were laying on the carpet Like you're satin in a coffin. You said, "Do you believe what you're sayin'?" Yeah right now, but not that often.
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Lyric Art - Dynamic Iteration 15

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1643 X 1278 (2.10 MP)

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  • Prompt: MY TONGUE MY THIGH LOOK IN MY EYE I GOT 5 fingers don't you lie to me 2 door super nova Champagne Cheverol Chrome pully 4 speed With the Rear drum brakes 6 Q Oil Pan. Blade Cooly Fan Stock steel big wheel With my dik in my hand 405 to the 101 Im in the gt 2 smokin in the sun With the fat fish tail And the paint job custom, Who need women, I got whips I love em 1978 FORD f 150 4 x 4 with the black plate Gun metal your blood about to settle I'm flying off a clif with my pinky on the pedal Like a devil heat up the kettle anothe level I disheveled the whole endeavor I'm wearing leather in my new g t r m Benz With the 5 0 HP 6 K RMP
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Lyric Art - Dynamic Iteration 10

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1155 X 908 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: When Robert died, I was in a bookstore that wasn't born yet And all around me spun the narratives of other fallen heroes Dust! Dust! Dust! Dust on the tomes of the stories of yesterday; Dust on the tombs of the heroes of today -Rain drops smooched my hair soft Your kisses were distinct like welts from an airsoft I've never wore a tie that didn't come from the thrift store Before I was a vegetarian, I should've fished more -I was farmed for my similarity to a Duracell battery And quickly abandoned at a calculator factory I'm no Wizard of Waverly But I wear second hand goods like they were made for me I went to school to become a philosopher But dropped out to be a sober Kid Cudi imposter With a spoon that's porous, I lounge in Siberia Dining on borscht with Boris My mind has the drive of an old Ford Taurus Unfortunately my mind has no roads: it's just a forest Rap's Kurt Vonnegut, Blurb Fontset
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape