(Verse 1) Walk down the street where the neon glows bright, Chasing the freshest sensation tonight. The newest disruption, the five-star review, Convinced that what’s best must be shiny and new. We’re blinded by bias, obsessed with the now, Kneeling to gadgets and asking them how A framework cooked up in an office last spring Could suddenly rule over everything. But flash in the pan turns to dust on the floor; The noise fades away while the truth keeps the score. (Chorus) It’s the Lindy Effect—let the pendulum swing, Time is the judge of the non-dying thing! Not flesh, not an apple that rots on the tree, But ideas and wisdom born wild and free. For the book on the shelf and the stone in the wall, The longer you’ve stood, the less likely you fall! If you made it this far through the fire and dust, Every tick of the clock is a token of trust. (Verse 2) Look back at the shelf where the classics remain, Fifty years printed through sorrow and pain. That paperback’s proven it’s able to thrive— It’ll likely be read while the century’s alive. Take Seneca’s grit, or the Dao on the scroll, Two thousand five hundred years steady and whole. They’re bound to survive another five hundred more, Long after today’s hype has walked out the door. The brand new tweet withers before it is old, While ancient brass outshines ephemeral gold. (Chorus) It’s the Lindy Effect—let the pendulum swing, Time is the judge of the non-dying thing! Not flesh, not an apple that rots on the tree, But ideas and wisdom born wild and free. For the book on the shelf and the stone in the wall, The longer you’ve stood, the less likely you fall! If you made it this far through the fire and dust, Every tick of the clock is a token of trust. (Bridge) It shocks every critic, it humbles the proud, Who crown every novelty cheered by the crowd. For Time is a filter, relentless and cold, A fragility detector, silent and bold. It weathers the black swans, the crises, the shocks, The crashes and wars that broke lesser blocks. What lives through millennia isn't just luck; It absorbed every lightning bolt history struck. (Guitar / Synth Solo - driving and relentless) (Verse 3) So discard the obsession with yesterday’s fad, Don't trade ancient bedrock for whims of the glad. The future’s not dictated purely by speed, It’s rooted in what meets an enduring need. The spoon and the wheel and the proverb intact, Surviving the ages by virtue of fact. (Outro) The older it gets, the longer its run... Standing untouched in the heat of the sun. Time is the filter. Time tells no lies. Only the fragile and hollow things die. Lindy keeps counting... Still standing tall... Lindy outlives them all.
