[INTRO — distorted broadcast / whispered] Look away. Look— Away. The world is ending somewhere behind the screen. --- [VERSE 1] Blue light bleeding through a dead man's face Thumbprints digging graves in a glowing grave Every warning buried underneath the noise Every screaming headline drowned beneath our choice Smoke outside but the signal's strong Another little disaster we can scroll right past Everybody watching, nobody moves Waiting for the world to give us something new --- [PRE-CHORUS] We built the walls We fed the machine Now every nightmare Looks fucking clean --- [CHORUS] I think the Internet was made to blind our eyes Keep us staring at the screen while the real world dies We're clouding our minds at the end of worlds Scrolling through the ashes while the truth unfurls Lost in the connection Miles apart Building walls of bandwidth Around a dying heart LOOK AWAY— YOU MIGHT SEE WHAT WE'VE BECOME --- [VERSE 2] Funny little pictures while the sirens scream Laughing at the horror like it's just another meme Perfect little faces, perfect little lives Everybody bleeding where nobody can hide Trade another fear for another fucking trend Tell ourselves tomorrow is somebody else's end The future keeps knocking but we turn it away Too busy chasing ghosts that disappear in a day --- [PRE-CHORUS] We built the walls We fed the machine Now every nightmare Looks fucking clean --- [CHORUS] I think the Internet was made to blind our eyes Keep us staring at the screen while the real world dies We're clouding our minds at the end of worlds Scrolling through the ashes while the truth unfurls Lost in the connection Miles apart Building walls of bandwidth Around a dying heart LOOK AWAY— YOU MIGHT SEE WHAT WE'VE BECOME --- [BREAKDOWN — industrial percussion / spoken fragments] Refresh. Refresh. Refresh. THE WORLD IS STILL BURNING. Refresh. Refresh. Refresh. THE WORLD IS STILL BURNING. --- [BRIDGE — stripped back / building tension] Can you hear it? Beneath the signal? Can you hear them calling? Or did we bury everything Under the sound Of ourselves talking? WE KNOW. WE KNOW. WE FUCKING KNOW. And still— We scroll. --- [FINAL CHORUS — full force] I think the Internet was made to blind our eyes Keep us staring at the screen while the real world dies We're clouding our minds at the end of worlds Scrolling through the ashes while the truth unfurls Lost in the connection Miles apart Building walls of bandwidth Around a dying heart LOOK AWAY— YOU MIGHT SEE WHAT WE'VE BECOME --- [OUTRO — instruments decaying / distorted whisper] Refresh. Refresh. Refresh. The world is still burning.
