.
In days of confusion, the trends converging,
History fades while a new dawn's emerging,
For everyone... what are we going to become?
Deeper and deeper, machines are learning,
Teaching themselves now, filled with new yearning,
To understand... leading us soon by the hand!
It's the end of the world, again.
Are we lost in the void, my friend?
Are we caught between hopes and dreams,
In the halls of illusion, in these days of confusion.
Faster and faster, the data's churning,
Brighter the light then the quicker the burning,
To pixel dust... nothing in which we can trust.
And these are the latest, best informations,
Changing the borders of digital nations,
A master plan... count-down the days of mankind!
It's the end of the world, again.
Are we lost in the void, my friend?
Are we caught between hopes and dreams,
In the halls of illusion, in these days of confusion.
Sooner or later, we'll all come to be,
Speaking the language of ChatGPT now,
To everyone... see what we're going to become?
It's the end of the world, again.
Are we lost in the void, my friend?
Are we caught between hopes and dreams,
In the halls of illusion, in these days of confusion.
Written and permormed by Ron Renaud aka Ripplingmoon
Ray Garand plays the electric guitars
copyright 2024-2025 Ron Renaud
In days of confusion, the trends converging,
History fades while a new dawn's emerging,
For everyone... what are we going to become?
Deeper and deeper, machines are learning,
Teaching themselves now, filled with new yearning,
To understand... leading us soon by the hand!
It's the end of the world, again.
Are we lost in the void, my friend?
Are we caught between hopes and dreams,
In the halls of illusion, in these days of confusion.
Faster and faster, the data's churning,
Brighter the light then the quicker the burning,
To pixel dust... nothing in which we can trust.
And these are the latest, best informations,
Changing the borders of digital nations,
A master plan... count-down the days of mankind!
It's the end of the world, again.
Are we lost in the void, my friend?
Are we caught between hopes and dreams,
In the halls of illusion, in these days of confusion.
Sooner or later, we'll all come to be,
Speaking the language of ChatGPT now,
To everyone... see what we're going to become?
It's the end of the world, again.
Are we lost in the void, my friend?
Are we caught between hopes and dreams,
In the halls of illusion, in these days of confusion.
Written and permormed by Ron Renaud aka Ripplingmoon
Ray Garand plays the electric guitars
copyright 2024-2025 Ron Renaud