Answer to RICK BEATO: Here's why Gen Z doesn't care about music.

This is my answer to Rick Beato's video "Why Gen Z Doesn't Care About Music".
   • Why Gen Z Doesn't Care About Music  

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(Verse 1)
They say that rock is dying, fading with the years,
The echoes of electric dreams are drowned out by our fears.
Young hearts now find their rhythm in the scrolling of a screen,
The spirit of rebellion lost in filters and machines.

(Verse 2)
Classical tunes are free to roam, their chains have come undone,
Songs from a distant century are free for everyone.
While the riffs that shook the world are locked behind a wall,
In the maze of rights and rules, rock's voice begins to fall.

(Chorus)
But they can’t hear the power, the roar, the rebel's scream,
The fire that burned so brightly, now a distant, fading dream.
On social streams they dance, to songs that cost no dime,
While the rock gods are silenced, waiting for their time.

(Verse 3)
They’ve got tracks born after '00, released with no claim,
While the classics gather dust, barred from the game.
You post a song from Zeppelin, your profile’s taken down,
The giants of the past are lost in legal battlegrounds.

(Chorus)
The AI churns out melodies, a pale and hollow sound,
Replacing the soul of rock, that once shook the ground.
But maybe in a hundred years, when copyrights have died,
Our grandchildren will hear the truth, and feel that burning pride.

(Verse 4)
We’re living in the silence, where the anthems once were played,
The guitars gather dust, and the drums have long decayed.
But the spirit of rock and roll, it’s sleeping, not gone,
It’ll rise again in freedom, when the chains are finally drawn.

(Chorus)
But they can’t hear the power, the roar, the rebel's scream,
The fire that burned so brightly, now a distant, fading dream.
On social streams they dance, to songs that cost no dime,
While the rock gods are silenced, waiting for their time.

(Verse 5)
So here's to the future, when the echoes will return,
When the copyrights expire, and the flames of rock will burn.
In 2100, our grandchildren will see,
That rock was never dead—it was just waiting to be free.

(Chorus)
But they can’t hear the power, the roar, the rebel's scream,
The fire that burned so brightly, now a distant, fading dream.
On social streams they dance, to songs that cost no dime,
While the rock gods are silenced, waiting for their time.