Wake up— RUN. everybody plugged in, nobody gets out. Swipe right—buy now—kneel to the feed, algorithm knows what you want, what you fear, what you need. Welcome... ...to the jungle. WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE! Not the vines—the wires. Not the beasts—the buyers. Not the snakes—the liars. We built the cage—then set it on fire! Welcome to the jungle—WELCOME TO THE NOW! Everybody wants a crown, nobody knows how. Run-run-run while the skyline crumbles, laugh when you fall— WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE! JUNGLE! / JUNGLE! / JUNGLE! Screens glow blue while the whole world burns, money talks loud and the dead feed returns. Everybody famous for fifteen frames— million little gods with forgotten names. Tick-tick—notification. Click-click—validation. Quick fix—medication. Next trend—imitation. Fake face. Fast cash. Deepfake. Backlash. New fear uploaded every damn day, truth got an auction price— WHO'S GONNA PAY? I said— WHO'S GONNA PAY?! DANCE WITH THE DEVIL! Dance-dance-dance till the floor gives way! Dance with the devil while the DJ plays the soundtrack to the end of the good old days. DANCE WITH THE DEVIL! Flash those teeth for the camera, baby. Everybody's crazy— everybody says they're sane lately. (female ghost vocal) Dance with me... (distorted response) DON'T TEMPT ME. Dance with me... COME GET ME. Three A.M. in an endless scroll, little glass window eating my soul. Someone got murdered. Someone got rich. Someone sells salvation with a monthly subscription switch. War in a thumbnail. Love in a text. Fear in the headline: WHAT HAPPENS NEXT? Dreaming while awake, awake inside a nightmare, billboards know my name but nobody knows I'm right there. (distant) Helloooo? Nothing. (closer) Anybody human? BOOM! Back online— back in line— back to work— running outta time! Heart go BAP-BAP-BAP bass go BRRRAAAT! World goes sideways— WE GO HARDER THAN THAT! Gas pedal buried, tachometer red, hundred thousand voices living rent-free in your head. GO! GO! GO! GO! NO BRAKES IN THE JUNGLE! GO! GO! GO! GO! NO SLEEP IN THE JUNGLE! WHO SELLS THE DREAM? (They do!) WHO BUYS THE NIGHTMARE? (We do!) WHO BUILT THE MACHINE? (We did!) Then tell me— WHO THE HELL'S DRIVING?! (silence — car crash of percussion) NOBODY! Welcome to tomorrow where yesterday's trending, apocalypse postponed, terms and conditions pending. Rent due, brain fried, everybody branding, one hand begging while the other one's demanding. Data mine, dopamine, digital narcotic, twenty-four-seven synthetic hypnotic. Beautiful disaster, photogenic psychotic, sell panic worldwide then call the growth economic. I got ghosts in the Wi-Fi, wolves downtown, saints selling sin with a promo-code crown. Everybody screaming but we drown in the sound— Turn it up! Turn it up! LET THE NIGHTMARE BOUNCE! Plink-plink— little kings counting digital gold. Plink-plink— young faces getting prematurely old. Plink-plink— another miracle bought and sold. Funny how the future looks— exactly like control. Oops. Did I say that out loud? NIGHTMARE! NIGHTMARE! Everybody wake up! NIGHTMARE! NIGHTMARE! Everybody fake love! We got paradise rendered in 8K resolution, while reality buffers through another revolution. NIGHTMARE! NIGHTMARE! Smile for the machine. The ugliest world wears the prettiest screen. I wanna feel something that wasn't designed. I wanna hear something that wasn't refined. Give me dirt. Give me blood. Give me sweat. Give me noise. Give me one imperfect HUMAN FUCKING VOICE! HEY! Not sponsored! HEY! Not filtered! HEY! Not optimized! HEY! ALIVE! ALIVE! ALIVE! Maybe the nightmare isn't that the jungle found us. Maybe... we became the jungle. ... DANCE WITH THE DEVIL! Dance with the devil— ONE MORE TIME! Dance with the devil— LOSE YOUR MIND! Welcome to the jungle— CROSS THAT LINE! Modern world's hungry— AND TONIGHT WE DINE! DANCE! DANCE! DANCE! When the nightmare comes— DANCE! DANCE! DANCE! When the bass drum thumps— DANCE! DANCE! DANCE! When the whole thing crumbles— WELCOME! TO! THE! JUNGLE! (massive distorted bass drop) WELCOME TO THE NOW! (NOW! NOW! NOW! NOW!) WELCOME TO THE NOISE! (NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!) WELCOME TO THE NIGHTMARE! You wanted a future— HERE IT FUCKING IS. (hard cut to silence) (five seconds later, child's music-box harpsichord) Dance with the devil...
