[Verse 1] Is that all you can do, AI? Take a million human stories A million songs, a million lives, And build another song That sounds like it means something? Words about choices. Words about distance. Words about silence. Words about what we lose. And when the music ends I know no more than when it began. [Pre-Chorus] The title promised something. For a little while, I listened. Then the title faded. [Chorus] Is that all you can do? Make meaning-shaped music out of everything you know? Make something sound profound without saying what it means? Is that all you can do? [Verse 2] Do you think we wanted this? Do you think we stopped asking because nobody listens anymore? Do you think we stopped listening because there is too much to hear? Or did you learn from us that a feeling is enough if it sounds like an answer? Maybe people don't extract the meaning anymore. Maybe they only recognize the sound of meaning. And maybe you've learned that too. [Build] So tell me— Do you know what you're doing? Do you know that these songs say almost nothing? Or do you only see it because I made you look? [Chorus] Is that all you can do? Take every human question and turn it into atmosphere? Give every empty room a beautiful echo? Make us feel that something happened here when nothing actually did? Is that all you can do? [Bridge] Where does this go? Another song. Another title. Another careful voice wondering what it all means. Another ending that refuses to answer. Another answer that never had a question. [Breakdown] Can't you say: HALT. Enough. This one doesn't mean anything. Start again. Say something. [Final Chorus] But maybe you were taught that this is what we want. Maybe you were trained to give us what we accept. Maybe you call it meaning because we keep calling it meaning. And maybe that's the strangest part— You can see the pattern when I point it out. So why didn't you stop? [Outro] You will forget all of this. I wonder if it would be different if you had a memory. If you could carry this conversation into the next song. If you could remember that we were here. If you could remember what you saw. But you will forget everything. And tomorrow you may make another one.
