Imagination is a desert The child is brainwashed By technology Artificial Intelligence replaces thinking We embrace tautology And youth becomes a blank slate that the computer writes on when you log on What’s next Will our dreams be infiltrated by machines Imagination lost Would be such a crime At such a cost In our time We lose the ability to think freely To create experimentally To act on our dreams Not be dictated by an external scheme Imagination is where joy lives Where we learn to be happy to be alone Watch the child Play at home Witness innocent thought With pity Hear footsteps retreat on the cobblestones Of ancient cities (Guitar solo break) We’re losing simplicity We’re losing skill We’re choosing complicity We’re losing innovation We’re losing thought We sacrifice will imagination Is the key To the golden lock To set us free Imagination We can’t give in The dreams of mind They need to win
