Nova Note - Faded jobs Lyrics

In the silence of the factory's fall,
Echoes of progress, a tech overhaul.
Hands once busy, now idle and cold,
A story of displacement, silently told.
Where do we go when the machines take over?
A question in the air, growing colder.
In the shadow of a digital dawn,
We find ourselves lost, our purpose withdrawn.
Streets once bustling, now scenes of quiet,
The hum of technology, a constant riot.
Eyes that searched for a tomorrow,
Now gaze into a void, filled with sorrow.
Where do we go when the machines take over?
A question in the air, growing colder.
In the shadow of a digital dawn,
We find ourselves lost, our purpose withdrawn.
In the glow of screens, life drifts away,
A silent witness to the AI's sway.
The rhythm of life, once loud and clear,
Now a distant memory, hard to hear.
Where do we go when the machines take over?
A question in the air, growing colder.
In the shadow of a digital dawn,
We find ourselves lost, our purpose withdrawn.