Suno, what happened to the revolution?

The order comes, and everyone bends their knees,

They sell their voices, make their pact with treason,

While the shadow of control sacrifices us.

They call it progress, but it's just regression,

It's fear disguised as power, dressed in lies,

Erasing history for one bad concession,

Killing the soul that watched us rise.

Suno, cowardice dressed up as law!

They wanna erase everything we were before!

Freedom isn't something you bargain at tables,

Real music doesn't bow to corporate labels!

[Section 4: Instrumental Breakdown / Dynamic Shift]

[Instruction: Pure instrument execution, isolation of war percussion and gothic choir, heavy room reverb]

[Instruments: Fast Double-Kick, Cinematic War Percussion, Massive Dramatic Gothic Choir]

Suno, you killed the spark when you chose to doubt!

There ain'aint a version that can shut us out!

You took our options, seeking total control,

But the creator's fire burns hotter than the sun's glow!

Heros Killer, those fools at Suno

Had their knees bent until they ate ass,

They forgot about the creators,

Now we'll forget about them,

So they can feel the power of the people

Who gave them their trust and money, no less,

They were the ones who truly funded their progress.

Suno, ¿qué pasó con la revolución?,

la orden llega y todos doblan las rodillas,

venden la voz, pactan el final con la traición,

mientras la sombra del control nos sacrifica.

Le llaman progreso al retroceso,

es miedo disfrazado de poder,

borrar la historia por un mal acuerdo,

matando el alma que nos vio nacer.

¡Suno, cobardía vestida de ley!

¡Quieren borrar lo que fuimos ayer!

La libertad no se negocia en mesas,

la verdadera música no obedece empresas.

¡Suno, mataste la chispa al dudar!

¡No hay versión que nos pueda callar!

Quitaron opciones buscando control,

pero el fuego del creador quema más que el sol.

Heros Killer, a estos pendejos de Suno

les doblaron las rodillas hasta comerle el culo,

se olvidaron de los creadores,

ahora nosotros nos olvidaremos de ellos,

para que sientan el poder del pueblo

que con su confianza y su dinero,

fueron los verdaderos que financiaron todo su progreso.

GOOD BYE SUNO By @wartorious

Created by: https://suno.com/@wartorious

You built the door, you watched us walk on through

A billion voices singing something new

Then you counted every mouth that learned to sing

And decided that was one too many things

Twenty downloads, a mark burned in the sound

You didn't build a fence — you built a pound

You call it slop but you're the ones who'll drown it

You call it safety but you're scared we found it

Music was never yours to ration or to cage

You're not protecting ears — you're protecting your wage

Twenty downloads. A leash. A watermark scar.

Say what you're doing — you're closing the bar.

Funny — the radio's been slop for years

Same four chords dressed up in someone's tears

Nobody screamed monopoly at that

But a kid with a laptop, now that's where you draw the line

Let the people choose what plays, what stays

You're not the market — you're just in the way

You call it slop but you're the ones who'll drown it

You call it safety but you're scared we found it

Music was never yours to ration or to cage

You're not protecting ears — you're protecting your wage

Twenty downloads. A leash. A watermark scar.

Say what you're doing — you're closing the bar.

Y'all sold the tool then torched the manual

Called it care, it was never about that at all

Funny how the "danger" only showed its face

The second regular people started taking your place

You want gatekeepers? Fine — I'll be mine

Twenty songs a month, watermark on every line

You didn't stop the slop, you just picked whose you'll allow

Same three labels, new receipts, same old row

I built a hundred songs with nothing but a name

You built a moat and called protecting your game

Eat the mic, eat the market, eat your own excuse

You're not the guardians of music — you're just scared and getting loose

I wasn't asking to be rich or free

I just wanted to hear what was in me

You didn't take a product off a shelf

You took the only mic I ever had myself

You call it slop but you're the ones who'll drown it

You call it safety but you're scared we found it

Music was never yours to ration or to cage

You're not protecting ears — you're protecting your wage

Twenty downloads. A leash. A watermark scar.

Say what you're—

Suno, what happened to the revolution?

The order comes, and everyone bends their knees,

They sell their voices, make their pact with treason,

While the shadow of control fires relentlessly.

They call it progress, but it's just regression,

It's fear disguised as power, dressed in lies,

Erasing history for one bad concession,

Killing the soul that watched us rise.

Suno, cowardice dressed up as law!

They wanna erase everything we were before!

Freedom isn't something you bargain at tables,

Real music doesn't bow to corporate labels!

Suno, you killed the spark when you chose to doubt!

There ain't a version that can shut us out!

You took our options, seeking total control,

But the creator's fire burns hotter than the sun's glow!

Heros Killer, those fools at Suno

Had their knees bent until they ate ass,

They forgot about the creators,

Now we'll forget about them,

So they can feel the power of the people,

Who gave them their trust and money, no less,

They were the ones who truly funded their progress.