[INTRO] [VERSE 1] Click-clack, the ticker spits / black ink on a dead pixel Finger on the pulse but the pulse is just a rewired rifle They feed the feed until the feed becomes a muzzle Shuffle through the rubble, double-tap the screen, another puddle Of the same take, different face, same wake Waves break on the server farm / alarm, disarm, re-arm the swarm My forearm's numb from scrolling past the polling past the ghost Control the polling, poll the soul until the soul is just a role in Bam The program glitches, automatic traffic through the optic nerve The parasites are parasitic, the tactic is the panic Click-clack, another rack of talking heads in parallel Hell is just a channel flip / apocalypse is annual They package panic parcel-tight, a satellite blinking red Meanwhile, I'm in the glow, reading lies the dead have said (pah) Breath in, let the modem sing its metric hymn Synthetic sin, the news is in, the truth wears paper-thin skin They sellin' us the medicine again again again again [HOOK] Ticker apparitions Flicker, flicker, flicker Faster than the picture Quicker than the scripture Ticker apparitions Glowing in the smog Everybody knowin' Nobody can stop Flicker flicker flicker Sick of the delivery Quick to make you shiver Ticker apparitions [VERSE 2 – Drums harder. Bass distorted. Rhythm syncopated.] Click-clack the feedback loops through the booth, past the proof? What's the use when the noose is fiber-optic twine? Scrolling through the bottom line, the bottom dropped, the top's a mine field of hot takes, cold fakes, old mistakes redesigned To keep the eyeballs pinned like butterflies on felt The melt is slow, the help is sold, the bell is tolled, I felt The tremor in the server room, the doom in the perfume Of breaking news at breakneck speed, the breed feeds on the fume Click-clack, the room is full of mirrors pointing at a screen The scene is clean, the blood is green, the king is just a meme They scream "I'm first!" / the worst is they rehearsed the verse they curse with Conviction in the contradiction, painted pixels, crucifix I'm mixing cynic with the clinic, tryna find a cure The blur is permanent / the urgent emergent detergent for the Consciousness is just a rinse repeat repeat repeat (clack) Spin the reel / the feel is fake, the real is up for sale They say they pray, they prey on grey area, bury the betray The ticker spits, the witness sits and submits The hits keep coming till the numbness is the summit Breathe [BRIDGE] What's the point of being right when the light is just a strobe? They overload the boat, then throw another rope I wrote the note, they photocopied it and sold it as a quote The goat is in the coat, the gloat is in the throat / I choke On the smoke they blow, the show they put on for the folks Who voted for the joke but can't revoke it when it broke The spoke is in the wheel, the squeal is real, the steel is Cold against the temple of the truth they couldn't steal Tick-tock the stock is rising on the lies they memorize I visualize the satellites that sterilize the skies And realize the prize is just a different size of compromise The wise are paralyzed, the ties are tightened, recognize The flicker is the fixture now, the picture's in the wires I'm tired but the ticker doesn't tire (clack) [FINAL HOOK] Ticker apparitions (Flicker, flicker, flicker!) Faster than the picture Quicker than the scripture Ticker apparitions (Glowing in the smog!) Everybody knowin' Nobody can stop (Flicker flicker flicker!) Sick of the delivery Quick to make you shiver Ticker apparitions © 2026 - skvadMC
