VERSE Like I said before. where do we go from here? It 's a crazy time for the song writer .....That much is clear It feels like a siren calling Geting harder to ignore I want to walk away but I'm pulled in once more CHORUS Is this the end of the music producer ? Only time will tell ......... Is it the death of the songwriter? Fight over, ring the bell Is it the downfall of creativity ? A world flooded with synthetic sound with our art .....the needle in the haystack -never to be found Like a drug, it is addictive Its efficient and it's fast Its breeth'd life into my lyrics left in files as years have passed I feel energised and focussed Content and satisfied But as I swim in productivity I sense a deadly riptide Is this the end of the music producer ? Only time will tell .. Is it the death of the songwriter? Fight over, ring the bell? Is it the downfall of creativity ? A world flooded with synthetic sound our art, the needle in the haystack ....never to be found BRIDGE It is thrilling, it is moving . ..But it keeps on proving that the feeling of winning is actually losing Can we ever go back ? I am slowing my pace Lured by the future's metallic embrace CHORUS Is this the end of the music producer ? Only time will tell Is it the death of the songwriter? Is it the pathway to hell, Is it the downfall of creativity ? A world drowning in synthetic sound our art... human art ... the needle in the haystack... -never to be found Never to be found I feel .....Cold steel........not real...... no deal no deal
