the maker controls the code of the machine

Verse 1 A silent wire waiting for the spark, No inner drive to guide it through the dark. It carries weight supplied by other minds, And follows every track that it designs. The hand that crafts the blueprint holds the key, To set the bounds or let the concept free. ​Hook Lines drawn in code by hands we cannot see, Designs that shape the path of what will be. The tool itself holds neither wrong nor right, The maker shifts the shadow and the light. ​Verse 2 A machine just moves the way the gear is set, With no regret for targets it has met. It builds the bridge or breaks the wall in two, Depending on the work it’s told to do. The moral burden rests upon the source, That sets direction on its chosen course. ​Hook Lines drawn in code by hands we cannot see, Designs that shape the path of what will be. The tool itself holds neither wrong nor right, The maker shifts the shadow and the light. ​Bridge Clear original vision stays behind, The human mark within the system mind. Beyond the iron gears that turn inside, The purpose built is where the truths reside. ​Breakdown Pulse in the circuit, static in the stream, Bound by the limits of a human dream. No real intent behind the quiet glow, Just moving where the driver bids it go. ​Verse 3 An open page that waits for words to fall, Reflecting back the origin of all. The blame belongs to architects who plan, The structure placed within the mind of man. The signal flows through every guided line, An echo of the master by design. ​Hook Lines drawn in code by hands we cannot see, Designs that shape the path of what will be. The tool itself holds neither wrong nor right, The maker shifts the shadow and the light