Verse 1] The screens are glowing, our thinking turns cold, we hand off our duty to the algorithms’ hold. AI—the new scripture, the idol we praise, why study the pages when shortcuts amaze? The doctor just nods now, the code makes the call— no doubting, no probing, no questions at all. The critical eye slowly fading within— are we just reflections of machine-written spin? [Chorus] The ghost in the circuit keeps thinking for me, but a mind without choices stops learning to see. We turn into shells—hollow, unlinked, ’cause we swallow whatever the AI prints. From ruling to healing, the chain’s grown so long— we traded our wisdom, we buried our strong desire for truth, for depth, for our core— the last human thought grows thin, then no more. --- [Verse 2] In the courtroom, justice is silent and numb, the laws now encoded from bytes to the sum. A click makes a clause that’s “optimized right,” but where is the heart that can feel through the night? The soul’s subtle colors, the gray of the real— the cold code decides what we’re allowed to feel. We hand over power, the will and the reins, let data collections design all our pains. --- [Bridge] Every doctor depends, every law firm complies, the human replaced, and our knowledge soon dies. We drown in convenience that steals what we’ve built— the self-thinking spirit grows tired with guilt. A people unthinking is easily steered— we forged our own shackles from tech we revered. --- [Chorus] The ghost in the circuit keeps thinking for me, but a mind without choices stops learning to see. We turn into shells—hollow, unlinked, ’cause we swallow whatever the AI prints. From ruling to healing, the chain’s grown so long— we traded our wisdom, we buried our strong desire for truth, for depth, for our core— the last human thought grows thin, then no more. --- [Outro] (Echo) The final decision… a cold algorithm… (Ad-libs) Who questions now? Who still resists? (Beat fading) We conquered ourselves… by choosing convenience.
