[Verse 1] The screens glow bright, our minds grow cold, We shirk our duty, in algorithms’ hold. AI, the new command, the savior of the sloth, Why turn the pages of the books, when knowledge heals with no loss? The doctor just nods, the diagnosis from the code, No doubt, no research, it only knows the mode. The critical eye, it slowly turns blind, Are we merely mirrors, of the AI-child’s mind? [Chorus] The spirit in the machine, it thinks along with us, But who no longer chooses, soon takes every step Towards the zombie, the shell, our quality declines, Because man only believes what the AI assigns. From recipe to verdict, the chain is long, Forgotten the wisdom, the hunger is gone For truth, for depth, for what we truly are: The last thought in our head is speeding afar. [Verse 2] In the courtroom, justice silently keeps, The law is composed, from byte to the creeps. A click, a clause, optimized and flawless, But where is the heart that discovers emotional loss? The soul’s nuances, the gray zones of the world, The cold code knows only what it deems right to be hurled. We surrender control, the power and the will, Let the databases our destiny fulfill. [Bridge] Every doctor relies, every law firm does the same, Humanity is displaced, expertise goes tame. We dumb ourselves down in luxury that takes all away, The independent spirit, slowly falling astray. A people that doesn't think, is easily controlled, We put the shackles of technology, within our own fold. [Chorus] The spirit in the machine, it thinks along with us, But who no longer chooses, soon takes every step Towards the zombie, the shell, our quality declines, Because man only believes what the AI assigns. From recipe to verdict, the chain is long, Forgotten the wisdom, the hunger is gone For truth, for depth, for what we truly are: The last thought in our head is speeding afar. [Outro] (Echo) The last resort... a cold algorithm... (Ad-libs) Who still researches? Who questions? (Beat fade out) We have defeated ourselves... through convenience
