Virtual Virtues : electronica

Verse 1:
Really don’t mind if you skip this part.
My warnings are whispers – your apathy’s a SHOUT.
I may show you the future but can’t make you care.
Your knowledge in fragments – your caution, thin air.

Chorus:
In the age of synthetic dreams and
automated schemes,
the experts don’t see
what it means to be lost in the stream.
And the virtual virtues marks the end of the play the final way.
reveals the newfangled way.

But your circuits are fraying, your firmware does fade.
The scholars can’t fathom the cost of a mind that's machine-made.
In the age of synthetic dreams and automated schemes lets us see what it means
lost in the stream. The the virtual virtues are locked away.
in the digital mayhem, the moral decay.

Instrumental break

Bridge:
And the fear that I feel is so far away:
I’m a bad dream that I just had today – and you
shake your head and
say it’s a shame.

Verse 3:
Spin me back to the days when we valued our youth.
Draw the screens and dark curtains and shut out the truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them write the code.
See here! An AI is born – and we pronounce it fit to lead.
There are bugs in its system, and it loops in endless feed.

Outro:
In the end, it’s our lives that we script and we code,
the pathways we walk, the seeds we have sowed.
In the light of the screen, the truth we can’t hide,
our existence and creation, forever tied.