[Intro] Riddle: what’s a “pilot” that can’t land the plane? My mouth repeats: watch, match, catch—in vain. [Verse] The Guardian mentions a pilot to monitor AI deepfakes in campaigns, A little flashlight in a stadium of screens and claims. I want to believe in oversight like I believe in rain— Not perfect, but it shows up when you need it to explain. Riddle: who guards the guard when the guard’s understaffed? Who hears the quiet lie that makes a whole town laugh? [Pre-Chorus] I practice a hard phrase: responsible response, Let the beat give it balance, let the hook give it warmth. [Chorus] Pilot program, paper crown, We’re patching the roof while the storm comes down. Still—I’ll take a lantern over nothing at all, And sing the warning like a catchable call. [Bridge] I keep the tone bright—no doom parade— Because panic is a product too, and I won’t be its trade. I want real solutions, not a vibe, So I rhyme truth with proof till it survives. [Outro] A pilot that can’t land the plane—what is it? A start. And tonight, I’ll insist.
