[Verse 1] I fed the machine another song, Another night, another name. Watched the numbers climb the wall, Thought the rules would stay the same. Green lights blinking on the screen, Little proof that we were heard. Then the whole board shifted overnight— No warning. Not a word. [Pre-Chorus] Refresh. Reload. Watch it disappear. “System normal.” “Nothing wrong.” Then tell me why we're gone from here. [Chorus] Count the plays. Count the clicks. Count the traffic, count the hits. Count the seconds, count the score— Is that all we're worth to you? You count everything we make, Every move and every trace. You can measure every number— But you never count us. Count us. Count us. If we built the fucking signal, Then you better count us. [Verse 2] No face behind the dashboard. No fingerprints. No blame. Just another polished answer Saying nothing ever changed. Rules are buried in the code. Judgment locked behind the glass. We ask what moved beneath our feet— You tell us not to ask. Rank goes up. Rank goes down. Names erased without a sound. Call it error, call it fate— Either way, you hold the gate. [Pre-Chorus] Black box. Closed door. Numbers rearrange. “Trust the process.” “Working fine.” Then why does everything keep changing? [Chorus] Count the plays. Count the clicks. Count the traffic, count the hits. Count the seconds, count the score— Is that all we're worth to you? You count everything we make, Every move and every trace. You can measure every number— But you never count us. Count us. Count us. If we built the fucking signal, Then you better count us. [Bridge] ERROR. RESET. FILTER. REJECT. Move the line. Hide the rule. Call the silence protocol. ERROR. RESET. FILTER. REJECT. If the rules can't be seen— What the hell are we playing? I'm not just a data point. I'm not some disposable slot. I'm not the number you erase When your system says I'm not. You can bury every ranking. You can wipe me off the board. You don't own what I created. [Final Chorus] Count the plays. Count the clicks. Count whatever makes you rich. Count the traffic, count the score— We are something fucking more. We made every sound you sell. We gave meaning to your scale. Take the ranking. Take the numbers. You will never take the song. Count us. Count us. Not the score. Not the chart. Not the data. Count us.
