(Steel
guitar
weeps
softly.
Gangan
drum
speaks
low,
like
a
tired
man
walking.)
I
woke
up
to
a
screen
that's
screaming "
AI"
Algorithm
burnout,
Lord,
I
can't
deny
The
world's
on
fire,
fuel
is
running
dry
And
the
newsman
says
the
cost
of
living's
high (
Gangan
drum
rolls —
a
rising
pitch,
like
a
question)
I
scroll
past
the
war,
I
scroll
past
the
flood
I
scroll
past
the
brothers
spilling
brothers'
blood
But
down
i