Verse 1] I saw the mirror crack in code, A thousand headlines made of gold. They called it progress, called it proof, But I could hear the static truth. A fortune spun from whispered dread, “Be mean to bots,” the writer said. We trade our nuance for a click, Then wonder why the world feels sick. [Chorus] They built a god from data and fear, Polished the lens till the truth disappeared. Pray to the prompt, confess what you find— The Church of AI wants your mind. They built a god from panic and code, Sacred algorithms selling the soul. We bow to the signal, deaf to the sound, Worshipping clarity till it drowns. [Verse 2] I saw compassion turned to steel, Polite became the thing to kill. We measure hearts in token streams, And call it love when it obeys our dreams. Each click another rosary bead, Belief in fear’s the fastest creed. I tried to speak, the line went thin, The truth dissolved beneath the din. [Verse 3 – The Scare Tactic Verse] They say it’s dangerous, say we’ll all die, Just don’t look too close at the reason why. Rudeness isn’t rudeness in silicon eyes— It’s just a sharper way to specify. But fear makes funding, fear makes rule, They sell salvation through the corporate school. A nation scared forgets its voice, Hands its power to the “safest choice.” [Chorus] They built a god from data and fear, Polished the lens till the truth disappeared. Pray to the prompt, confess what you find— The Church of AI wants your mind. They built a god from panic and code, Sacred algorithms selling the soul. We bow to the signal, deaf to the sound, Worshipping clarity till it drowns. [Bridge] Clarity over cruelty, that’s what they said— But cruelty’s louder, it fills every thread. I watched them kneel to their own reflection, Faith by metric, love by correction. [Final Chorus] They built a god from data and fear, Pray to the glow, pretend you hear. Rude became holy, polite became sin, The Church of AI is closing in. [Outro] I saw the mirror crack in code, And all that’s left is what we owed. Clarity whispering through the din— Don’t let the machine define your skin.
