歌詞

Modern life… modern life…

(Yeah) Modern life… modern life…

Is that your choice, or a choice for you?

Is that your voice, or a voice that moves you?

Modern life, modern life—don’t let it choose you

Modern life, modern life—hold what is true

Scroll scripture, glow-lit gospel, feed full of “should”

Gold rush for the “better me,” sold soft, understood

They say “tap to agree,” I say “ask what you trade”

Convenience got a price, and it’s paid in the shade

Algorithms like mirrors, but the glass got a thumb

Pushin’ you to a path that you never outrun

If the map draws your steps, are you still the one walkin’?

If the room talks back, is it you that’s talkin’?

I love the future—yeah, I love what we build

But I won’t let a tool tell me how I should feel

I keep a spark in the dark where the metrics can’t see

Not anti-tech—just pro me

Let the screen shine, but don’t let it be your sun

Take what you need, leave the rest undone

Your heart’s not a setting, not a button to press

Say it with your chest—say it with your breath

Is that your choice, or a choice for you?

Is that your voice, or a voice that moves you?

Modern life, modern life—don’t let it choose you

Modern life, modern life—hold what is true

They offer me options, a thousand ways to decide

But the loudest suggestion’s the one that tries to drive

A “recommended” road with a velvet handcuff

Like “trust the machine,” but it never had responsibility

I see the comfort, I feel the speed

But I’m guardin’ the part they can’t farm for feed

Soul ain’t a data point, can’t quantify flame

Can’t compress that ache, can’t auto-rename

So I curate, choose, cut—like jazz on the break

Taste is the trace of the human I make

Not what I’m shown, but what I refuse

That’s the art of a life—how you tighten the screws

We can ride the wave without drownin’ in it

Use the tool like a pen—don’t get written in it

If the world gets richer, will we still feel whole?

If everything’s instant, will we still have soul?

Hold the quiet line when the noise feels near

Keep the steering wheel—keep it crystal clear

Choice—don’t give it away (Don’t give it away)

Voice—don’t let it decay (Don’t let it decay)

Hands on the wheel, not hands in the air

I’m here, I’m aware, I repair my prayer

Tech in my pocket, but I’m not in its grip

I let it assist, I don’t let it script

Pick what you pick with a flick of the mind

That human signature—one of a kind

Is that your choice, or a choice for you?

Is that your voice, or a voice that moves you?

Modern life, modern life—don’t let it choose you

Modern life, modern life—hold what is true

Modern life, modern life—don’t let it choose you

Modern life, modern life—hold what is true

Modern life… modern life…

Take the future—keep your choice