THE LAST THING ONLY WE COULD DO [Verse 1] We said machines could never paint Then they painted Never write Then they wrote Never speak with something like us Never reason Never know Every line we drew around ourselves Became another line erased So I keep moving my definition Trying to find a safer place [Chorus] What’s the last thing only we could do? What’s the final sacred room? When the tools can imitate Every shape we thought was proof Maybe nothing stays exclusive Maybe that’s the frightening truth So if there’s no last thing only human What does being human mean to you? [Verse 2] I used to anchor pride in knowledge In what took years to understand Now I ask a little window And it answers on command Part of me is celebrating Knowledge falling from the shelf Part of me keeps hearing: What exactly makes you special yourself? [Bridge] Maybe special was the wrong goal Maybe rarity was never worth Maybe consciousness needs no trophy To justify its place on Earth Maybe holding someone’s hand While their entire world comes loose Never needed to be exclusive To be beautiful and true [Final Chorus] There may be no final fortress No ability machines can’t touch But perhaps the point of being human Was never being better at stuff I am frightened by that answer But relieved by it somehow If I don’t have to be exceptional I can simply just be now
