INTRO
(Double tracked lead)
It's already inside your phone, you never agreed to it.
No paper signed, no button clicked, no truth you admitted.
But it's there right now, watching, learning, adapting to you.
Four hidden things, the single most important warning.
CHORUS
(Unison chanting)
THE CONNECTION IS A PRISON, a beautiful digital cage.
It measures every impulse, turning life into a page.
We are the predictable data, our focus is the cost,
The human signal fades away, and something sacred is lost.
VERSE 1: The Disconnection
(Question/Answer)
QUESTION: My phone helps me stay connected, keeps my weary heart serene?
ANSWER: (Smooth relax singing) But what if that connection isn't yours, what if it's the machine?
It reads your taps, your scrolling speed, your pauses, your emotion,
It quietly shapes your opinions, guiding your devotion.
QUESTION: Do you feel it knows what you want, before you make a move?
ANSWER: (Smooth relax singing) It chooses for you quietly, the patterns start to prove.
CHORUS
(Unison chanting)
THE CONNECTION IS A PRISON, a beautiful digital cage.
It measures every impulse, turning life into a page.
We are the predictable data, our focus is the cost,
The human signal fades away, and something sacred is lost.
VERSE 2: The Demise of Memory
(Dramatic Dialogue)
SPEAKER A (The Senior): I used to remember faces, the scent of the evening air...
SPEAKER B (The AI Voice): Take a picture of the sunset, offload the moment there.
SPEAKER A: Now I pick up the device, and forget why I am holding it...
SPEAKER B: Cognitive offloading, your brain has stopped recording it.
SPEAKER A: My mind no longer witnesses, my memories live in pixels...
SPEAKER B: They’re stored, owned by a machine that never sleeps, just digital ripples.
(Dramatic Dialogue ends, softer tone)
The sacred story of your life, edited in real-time...
Your past rearranged and relabeled, a dangerous, subtle crime.
CHORUS
(Unison chanting)
THE CONNECTION IS A PRISON, a beautiful digital cage.
It measures every impulse, turning life into a page.
We are the predictable data, our focus is the cost,
The human signal fades away, and something sacred is lost.
VERSE 3: The Collapse of Private Reality
(Overlaps / Counterpoint)
| MAIN VOCAL (The Truth) | OVERLAP (The Comfort) | COUNTERPOINT (The Illusion) |
| :--- | :--- | :--- |
| Your mind, once a sanctuary, now an open file to read... | It's just convenience, seamless, helping with your need... | Two people see the same event, but opposite realities... |
| Predictive models anticipate, your impulse, your preference, your bleed... | The autofill finishes your thoughts, the environment is kind... | Truth quietly turns to preference, the algorithms start to lead. |
| The hollow exhaustion you feel, defending solitude's fragment... | It’s simply better engagement, you must be a relevant segment... | This is the cost of convenience, an identity erosion. |
VERSE 4: The Deletion of the Human Future
(Descant Harmony)
The fourth tr
