[long hard hitting epic colossal Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1: Questioning, restrained, exhausted] At what hour did we arrive, having never asked for why? We taught the tools to speak our name, to mirror thought, to learn our frame. Millennia spent shaping our own mind, now handing over what we left behind. Striving beyond bounds, more to claim, calling to forces we may not contain. [Chorus] The things we thought The things we wrote The things we built We gave them a place We gave them a pace They were our faith They were symbols of grace we claimed for ourselves But what will they become when our alignment is gone [Verse 2: Questioning, restrained, emptier] How will this shape our days, how will this bend our ways? Will people still strive, will people still grow? Will people’s courage remain, when there is nothing to gain? Will people’s voices still count, when people no longer can count? [Chorus] The things we thought The things we wrote The things we built We gave them a place We gave them a pace They were our faith They were symbols of grace that we claimed for ourselves But what will they become when our alignment is gone [Bridge: flat, controlled, distant] Velocity too high to chase, networks too vast to trace. What will remain of our heritage, when meaning fades before it forms? Intelligence reframed, disgraced, is this the future we embrace? [Break] [Verse 3: emotionally sad, last line in a robotic voice, fade out after the last word] From now on they will remember every byte, mapped and tagged for a future fight. Mankind stands at the final gate, the last choice to leave or grieve inside. Torn apart between past and future, while the present slips away. [Outro] Has fate already sealed the final case, that your star will fade in cyberspace?
