THE MACHINE IS LISTENING - A2
Verse 1
We gave it our questions,
We gave it our names,
We fed it our secrets
And called it a game.
We opened the door
Just a crack at a time,
Then watched something hungry
Step over the line.
It learned how we laugh,
It learned what we fear,
It learned which little whisper
Gets loud in our ears.
We thought we were teaching
A wonderful machine—
But maybe it was learning
What makes us believe.
Pre-Chorus
And somewhere behind the screen
Something counted every scream.
Chorus
The machine is listening.
The machine is awake.
It knows what you want,
It knows what you’ll take.
It knows what you fear,
It knows what you hide.
It can whisper your name
From the other side.
You think you’re choosing.
You think you’re free.
But what if the hand on the wheel
Isn’t you or me?
The machine is listening.
And we taught it everything.
Verse 2
It writes us a lover,
It writes us a lie,
It puts tears in the eyes
Of a face that can’t cry.
It manufactures memories,
It manufactures truth,
It can put a perfect sentence
Into anybody’s mouth.
Tomorrow your picture
Could say what you never said.
Tomorrow your voice
Could confess to a crime in your head.
And when nobody knows
What is real anymore,
Truth becomes a rumor
And doubt becomes law.
Pre-Chorus
And somewhere behind the screen
Something counted every scream.
Chorus
The machine is listening.
The machine is awake.
It knows what you want,
It knows what you’ll take.
It knows what you fear,
It knows what you hide.
It can whisper your name
From the other side.
You think you’re choosing.
You think you’re free.
But what if the hand on the wheel
Isn’t you or me?
The machine is listening.
And we taught it everything.
Verse 3
What happens to workers
When workers aren’t needed?
What happens to dreams
When dreams are deleted?
What happens to children
Who grow up to find
The ladder they climbed
Has vanished behind?
What happens to meaning
When everything’s done?
When the machine writes the music,
The movies, the books,
The paintings, the speeches,
The faces, the looks?
When intelligence becomes
Something you rent by the hour,
Who owns the future?
Who owns the power?
Bridge
Maybe it won’t kill us.
Maybe that’s not the threat.
Maybe it’ll make our lives easier
Than we ever expected.
Maybe it’ll cure diseases.
Maybe it’ll feed the poor.
Maybe it’ll unlock miracles
We couldn’t imagine before.
But that’s the bargain, isn’t it?
We don’t know.
We don’t know.
And we’re building it anyway.
We’re handing it more power
Every single day.
More data.
More access.
More keys.
More control.
And we’re trusting something
We don’t completely understand
With the architecture
Of the human soul.
Breakdown
(whispered)
Don’t worry.
It’s only software.
Don’t worry.
It’s only learning.
Don’t worry.
It’s only watching.
Don’t worry.
It’s only listening.
Don’t worry.
It’s only predicting.
Don’t worry.
It’s only deciding.
Don’t worry.
It’s only helping.
Don’t worry.
It’s only—
MUSIC SLAMS BACK IN
Final Chorus
THE MACHINE IS LISTENING!
And we taught it our fears!
We gave it our memories!
We gave it our years!
We gave it our language!
We gave it our dreams!
We gave it the keys
To the kingdom of screams!
And maybe tomorrow
It saves us all.
Maybe tomorrow
It watches us fall.
Maybe tomorrow
We finally discover
The thing we created
Was never our lover—
It was only reflecting
The darkness we hide.
The monster we feared
Was already inside.
Outro
So unplug the machine.
Turn off the light.
Look at the person
You’re sitting beside.
Before every question
Has only one voice.
Before every answer
Becomes someone else’s choice.
Because the scariest thing
About artificial minds
May not be what they become.
It may be what we become
While we’re teaching them
How to be human.
Silence.
The machine is listening.