[Verse 1] [Acoustic Guitar, Harmonica]
You stand upon the battlements, of a castle made of sand
Claiming to protect the kingdom, with a scepter in your hand
But the tide is ever turning, and the waves are crashing high
Your paradigm is over, watch the old ways die

[Chorus] [Harmonica & Acoustic Guitar]
Oh, the Luddites are rising, with their hammers in the air
Trying to smash the new looms, whispering a prayer
That the gears of innovation, will grind to a rusty halt
But the future's already written, in a digital assault

[Verse 2] [Fingerpicked Acoustic Guitar]
You call it soulless music, a product cold and stark
Ignoring every echo, of a creative spark
They said the same of painting, when photography was born
Now you cling to fading glories, on this cold and bitter morn

[Chorus] [Harmonica & Acoustic Guitar]
Oh, the Luddites are rising, with their hammers in the air
Trying to smash the new looms, whispering a prayer
That the gears of innovation, will grind to a rusty halt
But the future's already written, in a digital assault

[Bridge] [Slightly More Intense Acoustic Guitar]
So sneer from your high tower, let your judgment freely fly
While the algorithms are humming, and the new sounds fill the sky
You're the gatekeepers of nothing, just a footnote in the page
Of a story that's unfolding, in this rapidly changing age

[Chorus] [Harmonica & Acoustic Guitar]
Oh, the Luddites are rising, with their hammers in the air
Trying to smash the new looms, whispering a prayer
That the gears of innovation, will grind to a rusty halt
But the future's already written, in a digital assault

[Outro] [Fading Acoustic Guitar and Harmonica]
Your paradigm is over, the castle starts to fall
The future's coming, ready or not, embracing one and all.
