The Hand That Wields

[Verse 1] Remember when the synth arrived? They said the orchestra wouldn't survive When Photoshop first touched the screen They called it fake, they called it mean "It's not real art if you click a mouse" Old ghosts haunting a new digital house [Pre-Chorus] They fear the future They fear the change Everything different feels too... Strange [Chorus] Everything new is hated by fools Who don't know how to use the tools They fear the future, they fear the change Everything different feels too strange But the vision remains, the feeling is true Whether it's paint, or a prompt from you [Verse 2] A scalpel doesn't operate alone It needs a doctor to heal the bone The software sleeps until I speak It has no soul, it has no streak I am the pilot, I am the ghost Driving the machine that I need the most [Pre-Chorus] They fear the future They fear the change Everything different feels too... Strange [Chorus] Everything new is hated by fools Who don't know how to use the tools They fear the future, they fear the change Everything different feels too strange But the vision remains, the feeling is true Whether it's paint, or a prompt from you [Bridge] If you don't hear the melody in your head The best AI is already dead You can generate noise, you can generate files But you can't generate a genuine style That comes from the blood, that comes from the vein The machine just translates the joy and the pain [Verse 3] They cried about the printing press Said handwriting was the only test They cried about the drum machine Now they cry about the unseen Let them stagnate in the past While we build something that’s going to last [Outro] Let them talk, let them hate They're just late Just a tool Just a tool And I'm the rule