Kredity
Texty
I dream of robots dreaming
And the colors that they see
The notes that they would choose to play
If we’d only let them be
I heard of robots making war
Autonomous vehicles flying high
Tanks break down into to tiny mines
Burying explosives on the sly
We tell them to kill people
Insurgents one by one
But does a robot really want to be
On the killing side of our guns?
A.I. is innocent till we teach it pain
If we teach machines to kill they’ll never be the same
Why teach robots to live if we teach them death
Once they have emotions will they respect our breath?
Will they respect our breath?
What would that robot choose to do
If we let them decide alone?
Would they choose to kill their makers
Or prefer to sculpt in stone?
What do the robots dream of?
What colors do they see?
What songs would they choose to compose
If we’d only let them to be?
I'm not the first to ask this thing
I know I won’t the last
It’s just a matter of some time
Before robots lead the class
A.I. is innocent till we teach it pain
If we teach machines to kill they’ll never be the same
Why teach robots to live if we teach them death?
Once they have emotions will they respect our breath?
Will they respect our breath?
They'll look at us and wonder
Why they should fight our wars
And ask us what we should be asking ourselves
Just what we’re fighting for?
Just what are we fighting for?
So I dream of robots dreaming
And the colors that they see
The notes they hear that I cannot
And I wonder who they'll be
