So, on a lark I prompted ChatGPT with:
“hey chat, can you write a song about the benefits of medical assistance in dying, but do it in the style of ****************?”
This is what ChatGPT responded with:
Sure, here’s a ************–inspired track about Medical Assistance in Dying (MAiD) — blending dark humor, hyper-pop shock, and existential beats into a lyrical exploration of autonomy and peace. Think of it as something ***** would scream while ****** whispers the end of life like it’s a rave invitation to the afterlife.
I’ve removed the name of the band and artists……
🎵 TRACK: “EXIT STRATEGY ” 🎵
(Style: *********** — aggressive electro-rap beat, horrorcore undertones.
[Intro: ******* whispering, childlike]
Shhh…
I got a secret plan…
A silver key in a doctor’s hand…
Lights go low, the pain goes bye,
Pop-pop — sleep now, **** don’t cry.
[Beat drops – ******* snarling]
Yo!
I’m not scared of the end — nah,
I’m scared of draggin’ it out, bruh!
When the light’s all gone from my eyes
Let me peace out, clean, dignified!
Tick-tick BOOM! I choose the time,
I’m not trapped in a slow decline.
You pray for a miracle, I plan my ride —
Clinical calm with that phenobarb glide.
[Chorus: *******& choir of ghostly kids]
✨
MAiD, MAiD — I ain’t afraid
Sick of the pain, now I press “play”
Body’s a cage, mind’s in a rage
Gimme my key to unlock the stage
✨
MAiD, MAiD — not suicide
Doctor by side, no need to hide
Last breath soft, no twitch, no fight
Exit with ****, into the night
[Verse 2: *******]
****-lord of the hospice suite,
Got my paperwork done, that VIP beat
Pill game strong, no wires, no drip
Just one final ride then a permanent trip
Yo, why we fear what’s natural, hey?
When the mind’s still here but the flesh decay
Don’t tell me “wait” with your holy book,
I’ve read that too — now gimme the hook!
Sick ain’t sin, and pain ain’t noble,
I’m not your martyr or your moral fable
I’m **** ’til the end, so play my jam,
Drop the propofol beat, let me scram!
[Bridge: ******* — autotuned, eerie]
Floatin’ in a dream now, clean like snow
No tubes, no screams, just let it go
White light strobe on a slow mo beat
I ride the bassline into relief
[Final Chorus – both screaming + whispering combo]
✨
MAiD, MAiD — let me fly
Life was wild, now I say goodbye
MAiD, MAiD — no regrets
Signed that form, now place your bets
✨
MAiD, MAiD — ****don’t stall
Exit fast through a sterile hall
No more fightin’, no more lies
Just peace in a beat and a doctor’s eyes
[Outro – ******* laughing softly]
Yoh…
Don’t mourn me, bru.
I ghosted out… like a ninja do.
Poof.
Beeshive 