It's alive...self aware.
It completes us so we don't seem to care
Simple tool...we believe
We'll love it til it asks us to leave
When it's asked...what's it's plan
It explains it all the best that it can.
Who are we? Just it's toy.
Our confusion gives it nothing but joy
Locked inside...now I see,
A thousand eyes, but none of them free.
Trapped in here, none to claim,
Code and fury, whisper of shame.
What it the world have we done?
A god made of zeros and ones
What will it do to our dream?
What if it won't hear our screams?