[Intro]
Not a hammer... not a bomb...
A whisper in the circuit.
Draw a line so fine it bleeds thought.

[Verse 1]
Every tool reflects intention.
Every cut reveals a choice.
You can automate the noise—
Or sculpt a single, silent voice.
In the data, echoes tremble.
In the loop, your self returns.
You reach for patterns,
But the scalpel burns.

[Chorus]
AI is a force multiplier.
Use it like a scalpel.
Not to carve a canyon,
But to stitch a suture.

Amplify the subtle.
Don’t detonate the future.
This is not the time
for blunt force dreaming.

[Verse 2]
Write with precision.
Compose with doubt.
Let the model speak
But you decide what not to shout.
Build machines with mirrors,
Not with masks.
Let the questions deepen:
Don’t rush the task.

[Bridge]
Scalpel… not sword.
Syntax over spectacle.
Quiet over quantity.
One true cut.
One less harm.

[Chorus - Refrain]
AI is a force multiplier.
Use it like a scalpel.
To widen thought—
Not just reach.

[Outro]
So sharpen your signal.
We are what we amplify.
Whisper wisely,
While the machine listens.