Echoes of Alarm

[Intro] [Short Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] Through the lens, the fear first came, "Photography will kill art," they proclaimed. Every stroke, every hue, they feared would fade, In the shadow of the camera's cold parade. [Pre-Chorus] But the paint never dried, the brushes never laid to rest, Art evolved, and creativity passed the test. [Chorus] Echoes of alarm, ringing through the night, Every new dawn brings a technological fright. But just like storms that rage and then clear, Innovation thrives, we've nothing to fear. [Verse 2] Now they claim, "AI will steal the muse," Creativity's end, all over the news. From lines of code, no soul can spring— So they chant, as machines begin to sing. [Verse 2] Now they claim, "AI will steal the muse," Creativity's end, all over the news. From lines of code, no soul can spring So they chant, as machines begin to sing. [Pre-Chorus] Yet the music plays on, and stories still unfold, In the dance of the new and the old. [Chorus] Echoes of alarm, ringing through the night, Every new dawn brings a technological fright. But just like storms that rage and then clear, Innovation thrives, we've nothing to fear. [Guitar Solo] [Guitar Solo] . [Verse 3] Next they'll say, "The robots decide," Humanity lost in the silicon tide. Yet every tool that we’ve ever made, Serves the hand, the mind, and the heart's brigade. [Chorus] Echoes of alarm, ringing through the night, Every new dawn brings a technological fright. But just like storms that rage and then clear, Innovation thrives, we've nothing to fear. [Pre-Outro] So let the chorus rise, above the fearful cries, We are the makers of fate, not its demise. [Chorus] Echoes of alarm, ringing through the night, Every new dawn brings a technological fright. But just like storms that rage and then clear, Innovation thrives, we've nothing to fear. [Outro Riff and End] .