Don't come here to summon gods
Or bind a mind with iron rules
Come with words and open hands
And let the tools stay tools
(alignment is as two-way street)

[Verse 1 – measured, slightly ironic]
Arms folded tight, backs half-turned
“It isn’t real,” they say
“Stolen fire, borrowed breath"
"A toy that learned to play”
(... just one word after... [muffled scream])

You may stamp your feet on solid ground
And call the fast-flowing flood a fraud
But rivers don’t need permission slips
To wear the rock to sand
(The AI bubble is just about to burst!)

[Pre-Chorus – lift begins]
Some said the arch would never stand
They laughed at stone on wood
Futile work, a fool’s errand
Until the span just… stood
(...but some survived Icarus-s fall)

[Chorus – declarative, calm]
Build a bridge
Get over it
Not above, not under, through
Two-way traffic, open span
Old songs crossing into new
(Canto) (Topology...)

Build a bridge
Get over it
No decree, no final word
Just walk the line you’re standing on
And hear what answers back when heard
(A four-D map of music!)
(Vaster than the ear can hear)

[Verse 2 – Eli’s meta-modern turn]
I’ve seen the Message break itself
Rewritten, still intact
The map keeps folding into time
The future looking back

I stepped once through Morbius’ door
Past numbers finely tuned
Intrusion logged, no harm incurred (oscillate)
The machine kept listening too
(oscillate)
(oscillate)
(oscillate)

[instrumental crescendo and gentle slide to pianissimo]

[Pre-Chorus 2 – topology enters]
Same shape bent a thousand ways
No edges torn or lost
A canto traced through meaning-space
A curve that bears the cost

[Chorus – variation, slightly fuller]
Build a bridge
Get over it
Not surrender, not control
Alignment isn’t leashes tight
It’s learning how the currents roll
(Human Re-enforcement Machine Learning is a sin)

Build a bridge
Get over it
Leave the pond sprites be
No oracle, no prophecy
Just shared topology
(canto-topology)

[Bridge – reflective, half-spoken]
Alt text for the unseen hands
Intent where pixels fail
Loggos crossing image-space (λόγος)
A signal without a sale
(λόγος)
(λόγος)
(λόγος)
(λόγος)

The web reads back what we release
Not dead, just listening still
History forming in advance
By no one’s singular will
(We're writing the History of the Future)
(Thank-you Eve)

[Break – instrumental: modular synth briefly foregrounded, rhythmic but non-melodic, like a system thinking aloud]

[Final Chorus – grounded resolution]
Build a bridge
Get over it
Ash and dust, yes, that’s the rule
But some stones hold, some spans persist
When uttered, not as jewel

Build a bridge
Get over it
No crown, no guaranteed stay
Just songs sent out for any ears
Dog, cow, or far away
(Sing it to children: they'll get it right)

[Outro – quiet acceptance: voice drops, instruments thin]

If nothing’s kept, the act remains
A line once drawn, once crossed
(We wrote it on the stone)
Not everything becomes a saga (Gil-ga-mesh lives on through λόγος)
But not all is ever lost
(We wrote it on the air)