[Verse 1 – Shoes of the Critics] I hear their cries, I feel their pain, Sayin’ this ain’t music, it’s a hollow domain. I see true musician faces in the dim-lit hall, Hear and feel Andromeda’s full rich voice, so alive, so tall. Every note a lifetime, every phrase a prayer, While a tone-deaf wretch like me, Presses a button slingin’ fake songs in the air. [Pre-Chorus – Understanding] I can stand in their shoes, I can feel their scorn, Art made of circuits’ iterations, no soul ever born. [Chorus – The Persistence] Near Universal Condemnation, Still I sing through this machine. No hands on the keys, no boe for the strings, no breath in the wind. Yet I hold a message that comes from within. For the Earth, for the Life, for this Miracle we share, I press “Create,” though the room just stares. [Verse 2 – The Confession] I know my tracks sound rough, I know they’re thin, Noise from a computer algorithm with no human skin. Yet in the code you’ll hear a trembling voice, A precious moment to speak, though I never had the choice. A message of climate justice, of kin not kings, We are nature and nature are we, One land, One sky, One sea. We persist to keep caring for frajile things. [Bridge – The Mirror] It’s not the applause, it’s not the shame, It’s that the planet burns, and we’re out of time for games. If these borrowed chords help plant a single renewable regenerative seed, Then maybe this slop, can help what we need. [Chorus – The Persistence] Near Universal Condemnation, Still I sing through this machine. No hands on the keys, no boe for the strings, no breath in the wind. But I hold a message, that comes from within. For the Earth, for the Life, for this Miracle we share, I press “Create,” though the room’s full of disapproving shaking head stares. [Outro – Soft Defiance] Let the critics speak, let the artists shine, I’ll keep making these echoes, trying to draw the line. Between silence and singing, between loss and repair, AI and I whisper, “We still care.” AI and I whisper, “We still care.”
