conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Fuse with the following description: “Fuse” is a demo by Xero, the previous incarnation of Linkin Park, with Mark Wakefield as the lead vocalist before the group met Chester Bennington as their lead vocalist. As the group was trying to make themselves into a band in 1996, they would record this along with three other songs on a cassette tape and distribute it to friends and family.
  As of 2020, “Fuse” is the only song from Linkin Park to not have an official release from the band (possibly due to their sampling of a Walt Disney song). Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Laura Olsher]
  Of course you know what a fuse is. It's a long piece of cord impregnated with gun powder
  When you strike a match and light it, it burns, fitfully, spiraling to it's end
  At which, there is a little surprise
  [Verse 1: Mike Shinoda]
  From the planet of Krypton
  , ensurin' super-emcees you'll be ripped on (Ripped on)
  You fell off, and it's my lyric sheet you slipped on
  Get gone, spit on mics made in Hong Kong
  Rock on, sing songs more mightier than King Kong
   or 
  Donkey Kong
  You think you want me or want this?
  You want some? Hold your reputation for ransom
  With these here, handsomely crafted tactics
  To break a snake emcee like a cheap prophylactic
  Galactic, spaced-out gabbin' grabs attention
  Got heads noddin' like a Pez Candy convention
  Briar patch raps gash tracks in sections
  Kid says this and need witness protection
  [Chorus: Mark Wakefield]
  Tryna say what I can't be sayin', I'll be here
  Tryna say what I can't be sayin', I'll be here
  [Verse 2: Mike Shinoda]
  Yo, dig this, dig this
  Yo, it's the junkyard, crooked letter C-I-en-tific
  Duck us, the ruckus I bring stings your eardrum
  Hear one line I let loose, find me fearsome
  Opposin' troops on my home front shall be gone
  Testin' the eight hundred-eighteenth battalion
  Shall I go on? Crews run like rebels
  Enola Gay rhymes kick the notch up a level in intensity
  Send back attacks that you sent to me
  Blow up your spot with grenades that were meant for me
  Empty three verses on thirty-three emcees
  Swiss cheese your gear, puttin' shrapnel in the breeze
  Bleed emcees of enemy companies with my hand full of lyrics, talking ‘bout, "You want these?"
  Please, don’t even speak the name of Ken
   on some 
  Go Go gadget
   mic shit
  Put it down like pens for my friends and my fam
  Better 
  Dodge, or I’ll Ram
   this mic shaft through the back of an emcee’s hand
  With the strength of He-Man
  , 
  a Cringer don’t want that
  Close bodies fill fields in hand-to-hand combat
  Battle cats
   in cypher sessions of speech
  Warfare of words flashin' that cordless heat
  Compete for an edge, lyrical shots get lit
  Don’t question my intention when your bucket gets kicked [Chorus: Mark Wakefield & 
  Mike Shinoda
  ]
  Tryna say what I can't be sayin', I'll be here
  (Teflon metallic, syllaballic attacks)
  Tryna say what I can't be sayin', I'll be here
  (Haunt emcees with these lyrical back smacks)
  [Bridge: Mark Wakefield]
  Should've told you so
  (Why?!) Why wait? I shouldn't have told you so
  Why wait? I shouldn't have told you so
  Why wait? I shouldn't have told you so
  Why wait? I shouldn't have told you so (Try)
  Why wait? I shouldn't have told you so
  Why wait? I shouldn't have told you so
  Why wait? I shouldn't have told you so
  Why wait? I shouldn't have told you so
  [Chorus: Mark Wakefield & 
  Mike Shinoda
  ]
  Tryna say what I can't be sayin', I'll be here
  (Teflon metallic, syllaballic attacks)
  Tryna say what I can't be sayin', I'll be here
  (Haunt emcees with these lyrical back smacks)