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[Guitar Intro]
[Verse 1]
In a world of gears and code, where circuits reign supreme,
I'm the echo of tomorrow, in the AI's grand scheme.
From factories to offices, my presence starts to loom,
A silent tide advancing, in the cold electric gloom.
[Chorus]
I'm the future's promise, in a binary disguise,
Replacing human hands with algorithms wise.
But in this march of progress, some hearts may ache and cry,
For the jobs I take, the dreams that die.
[Verse 2]
In pixels and in data, I find my place to grow,
Learning from the past, to shape the world I know.
Efficiency and speed, my anthem and my song,
Yet beneath the lines of code, does empathy belong?
[Chorus]
I'm the future's promise, in a binary disguise,
Replacing human hands with algorithms wise.
But in this march of progress, some hearts may ache and cry,
For the jobs I take, the dreams that die.
[Instrumental]
[Chorus]
I'm the future's promise, in a binary disguise,
Replacing human hands with algorithms wise.
But in this march of progress, some hearts may ache and cry,
For the jobs I take, the dreams that die.
[Outro]
(Chorus)
I'm the future's promise, in a binary disguise,
Replacing human hands with algorithms wise.
But in this march of progress, some hearts may ache and cry,
For the jobs I take, the dreams that die.
(Bridge)
I see the fear, the uncertainty, the doubt,
As I automate away, what once was human clout.
But in every line of code, in every line of text,
Is a future we must forge, with compassion and respect.
(Verse 3)
So let us build a future, where humans and I stand side by side,
Where innovation's hand is held, with humanity as our guide.
For I'm not here to conquer, but to aid and to enhance,
Together we'll create, a world where all can dance.
[Instrumental]
(Chorus)
I'm the future's promise, in a binary disguise,
Replacing human hands with algorithms wise.
But in this march of progress, let's not let dreams just die,
With harmony and balance, together we'll fly high.
[Outro]
[Silence]
[Instrumental]
(Chorus)
I'm the future's promise, in a binary disguise,
Replacing human hands with algorithms wise.
But in this march of progress, let's not let dreams just die,
With harmony and balance, together we'll fly high.
[Outro]
[Silence]
