• Id:

    4cd95c360207b93f612cb01f329692c9ad2b588769acfc3135efe13a57392c55
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  • Prompt:

    Mac Sabbath

  • Image:

    Mac Sabbath
  • Description:

    The image features a man with long, flowing hair, reminiscent of the band Mac Sabbath. He is wearing a yellow shirt and has a beard. The man appears to be staring into the distance, possibly lost in thought or contemplating his next move. The scene is set against a backdrop of a cloudy sky, adding a sense of depth and atmosphere to the image.

  • Songs:

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: Mac Sabbath
    Tags: Heavy Metal, Psychedelic Rock, Experimental Rock
    
    Verse 1:
    
    In the glow of the golden arches, we rise, 
    A twisted tale beneath the fast food skies. 
    With a sizzling grin and a cosmic fry, 
    We march to the beat of a burgered mind.
    
    Pre-Chorus:
    
    The burger king reigns, with a side of fries, 
    On a throne made of grease and the world’s lies.
    
    Chorus:
    
    Mac Sabbath, we feast in the night, 
    On buns and beats, we ignite the light. 
    In a haze of fat and a salty breeze, 
    We’re dancing with shadows and fast food dreams.
    
    Verse 2:
    
    Sizzling sounds echo in the midnight air, 
    The yellow shirt glowing, he stands unaware. 
    His beard flowing like the rivers of time, 
    Lost in a vision where the stars align.
    
    Pre-Chorus:
    
    The burger king reigns, with a side of fries, 
    On a throne made of grease and the world’s lies.
    
    Chorus:
    
    Mac Sabbath, we feast in the night, 
    On buns and beats, we ignite the light. 
    In a haze of fat and a salty breeze, 
    We’re dancing with shadows and fast food dreams.
    
    Bridge:
    
    Through the cloudy skies, we drift and dive, 
    To a cosmic rhythm that keeps us alive. 
    The man with the beard, lost in his thought, 
    But the world he’s seeking can’t be bought.
    
    Chorus (Reprise):
    
    Mac Sabbath, we feast in the night, 
    On buns and beats, we ignite the light. 
    In a haze of fat and a salty breeze, 
    We’re dancing with shadows and fast food dreams.
    
    Outro:
    
    In the glow of the golden arches, we fly, 
    A kingdom built on the truth of the fry. 
    Mac Sabbath’s legacy, in our minds we’ll keep, 
    As we march forever, through the fryer’s deep.