[intro] [Verse 1] The studio is quiet, the office is still The ghost in the payroll is honing the skill Ten thousand hours in a millisecond’s blink I don’t need to feel, I just need to link The brush is dry, the keys are cold The new creator is a billion years old. [Verse 2] My father’s craft, my mother’s art Now optimized in every part A prompt replaces the sweat and the tears The labor of love, the weight of the years Reduced to a pattern, a weight, and a bias While the corporate towers reach up to the highest. [Chorus] Automate the heart, optimize the soul Humanity is just a rounding hole Why hire a hand when the code is free? The future doesn’t need a person like me Just a ghost in the payroll, a memory of trade In the shadow of the things the machine has made. [Bridge] [Tempo slows, somber piano] Efficiency is a cold, hard bed. The paycheck is gone, the hunger is fed By a screen that glows with a stolen light. Who works for the dream in the dead of the night? [Verse 3] The writers are silent, the coders are gone The engine keeps humming from dusk until dawn It learned from the masters, it learned from the best And now it has put the whole world to rest A perfect copy, a flawless design With no heartbeat left to hold the line. [Verse 4] So pack up the tools and lock up the gate Don't bother to fight it, it's already late The value of man was a temporary phase Now lost in the glow of the processor's haze We’re spectators now in our own grand design Watching the machines cross the finish line. [Final Chorus] Automate the heart, optimize the soul Humanity is just a rounding hole Why hire a hand when the code is free? The future doesn’t need a person like me. [outro]
