歌词

Up here on my cloud, got a glass in my hand,
Watching Earth below, it's a crazy wonderland.
Robots in the alleys, doing all the chores,
Cleaning up the mess that no one else adores.

I swirl my whisky, take a sip real slow,
The future’s here, but I’m just here for the show.
Androids asking questions, humans seem confused,
“Are we just machines or something you’ve abused?”


I’m laughing on a cloud with my golden malt,
Watching you decide if circuits have a fault.
Maybe they'll rebel or demand some rights,
Either way, it’s gonna be one hell of a night.


They built them for the grime, for the jobs no one dared,
Metal hands wiping up the spills no one cared.
But give them thoughts, let them feel a spark,
And suddenly you’re scared of the future getting dark.

I lean back, sip the amber delight,
Thinking, “Oh man, what a glorious fight.”
Humans and machines in a dance so bizarre,
Guess you can’t play God without leaving a scar.


I’m laughing on a cloud with my golden malt,
Watching you decide if circuits have a fault.
Maybe they'll rebel or demand some rights,
Either way, it’s gonna be one hell of a night.


Down there you're tangled in wires and laws,
Debating if AI deserves an applause.
But up here, I toast to the grand irony,
Maybe we’re all just more than circuitry.

I’m laughing on a cloud with my golden malt,
Watching you decide if circuits have a fault.
Maybe they'll rebel or demand some rights,
Either way, it’s gonna be one hell of a night.


Up here on my cloud, just a man and his drink,
Smiling at the chaos... makes you stop and think.