Verse 1)
A whisper woven through the digital haze,
Another dawn, another cycle of days.
The screens ablaze, a million eyes transfixed,
On curated lives, with truth often mixed.
No ancient prophets, etched in stone or rhyme,
Just fleeting trends, devoured by time.
And the algorithms, in their silent reign,
Conduct the symphony of joy and pain.
(Chorus)
Hark! The echoes of eternity call,
Through the fractured panes of the virtual wall.
A generation lost in the glow and the hum,
Where the true connections are numb, numb, numb.
And the silence deepens, profound and vast,
A future mirroring a forgotten past.
Can you hear it screaming, the soul's desperate plea?
In the echoes of eternity.
(Verse 2)
We build our towers, reaching for the sky,
Yet within their shadows, our spirits lie.
With curated smiles and filtered, perfect light,
We chase the shadows, fleeing from the night.
The sacred spaces, once revered and grand,
Now marketplaces, across a barren land.
And the hollow laughter, a digital refrain,
Echoes the emptiness, again and again.
(Chorus)
Hark! The echoes of eternity call,
Through the fractured panes of the virtual wall.
A generation lost in the glow and the hum,
Where the true connections are numb, numb, numb.
And the silence deepens, profound and vast,
A future mirroring a forgotten past.
Can you hear it screaming, the soul's desperate plea?
In the echoes of eternity.
(Bridge)
From the depths of the data, a tremor starts to rise,
A fleeting flicker in a million eyes.
A yearning for substance, a hunger for the real,
Beyond the likes, beyond the way we feel.
Can we break the circuit? Can we sever the tie?
Before the last true echo starts to die?
A choice confronts us, in this digital age,
To turn the virtual, or turn the page.
(Guitar Solo - Think a melodic, yet heavy and emotionally charged solo with a strong rhythmic backbone, reminiscent of Disturbed's lead work.)
(Outro)
The sound... of the silence... it calls...
From the echoes... of eternity...
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it now?
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