conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Blackbirds with the following description: Blackbirds is a demo recorded during the Minutes to Midnight recording sessions, and then dusted off and later finished for the game 8-Bit Rebellion!. The full track first saw the light of day as a prize to whomever beat the Artificial Life, Inc. game, Linkin Park: 8-Bit Rebellion!. It has since been released as a bonus track on the iTunes Deluxe Edition of A Thousand Suns in select countries.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Mike Shinoda]
  Drop like "get up", take to the streets
  Better lock that kid up, face full of teeth
  When he hock that spit up, pacing the beat like a beast
  Rocking the block on repeat
  Speak from the cut like a rush of blood
  Paint red on the sleeves of the ones you love
  Lay the sick ones down and the bells will ring
  Put pennies on the eyes, let the dead men sing
  [Verse 1: Chester Bennington]
  I shiver and shake the warm air cold
  I'm alone on my own
  In every mistake, I dig this hole
  Through my skin and bones
  [Pre-Chorus: Chester Bennington]
  It’s harder starting over
  Than never to have changed
  [Chorus: Chester Bennington]
  With blackbirds following me
  I'm digging out my grave
  They close in, swallowing me
  The pain, it comes in waves
  I'm getting back what I gave [Verse 2: Chester Bennington]
  I sweat through the sheet as daylight fades
  As I waste away
  It traps me inside mistakes I've made
  That's the price I pay
  [Pre-Chorus: Chester Bennington]
  It’s harder starting over
  Than never to have changed
  [Chorus: Chester Bennington & 
  Mike Shinoda
  ]
  With blackbirds following me
  I'm digging out my grave
  They close in, swallowing me
  The pain, it comes in waves (
  Yeah
  )
  I'm getting back what I gave
  [Bridge: Mike Shinoda]
  I drop to the floor like I did before
  Stop watching, I'm coughing, I can't be more
  What I want and what I need are at constant war
  Like a well full of poison, a rotten core
  The blood goes thin, the fever stings
  And I shake from the hell that the habits bring
  Let the sick ones down, the bells will ring
  Put pennies on the eyes, let the dead men sing [Chorus: Chester Bennington]
  Blackbirds following me
  I'm digging out my grave
  They close in, swallowing me
  The pain, it comes in waves
  [Outro: Chester Bennington]
  I'm getting back what I gave
  I'm getting back what I gave
  I'm getting back what I gave