[SOUND DESIGN] [BPM: 152] [GENRE COMBO:] Dark alt-rock fused with fast pop-punk, nu-metal bounce, and villain-pop sarcasm. Loud, bratty, aggressive, and catchy, like laughing at a digital mob while they spiral into a sermon. [LOW END:] Bouncy distorted bass with a smug stomp. Keep it playful but nasty, like the bassline is mocking every self-righteous post. [DRUMS:] Fast pop-punk drums with tight kicks, hard snare, and quick fills. Add glitchy notification-style hits before transitions to feel like quote tweets, alerts, and outrage farming. [GUITARS:] Crunchy alt-rock riffs with darker palm-muted chugs in the chorus. Verses should feel fast and sarcastic. Bridge drops heavier, like a digital witch trial collapsing in on itself. [VOCALS:] Lead vocal is annoyed, confident, sharp, and mocking. Backing vocals chant like a crowd yelling “log off” and “touch grass.” Final chorus should feel explosive, petty, and unbothered. [LYRICS] [VERSE 1] You found a shiny new devil So you sharpened up your teeth Built a church out of panic Then called it morality Every tool is a monster Every stranger is a threat Every word that you weaponize Is one you don’t regret You scream like you’re saving the future From a screen you still pay Feed the beast with both hands Then curse it every day You don’t want conversation You want someone to bleed So you dress up your obsession Like a righteous little creed [PRE-CHORUS] Here comes the sermon Here comes the fire Here comes the outrage Dressed up as desire Here comes the halo Here comes the knife Another little meltdown Calling itself a fight [CHORUS] Moral panic machine Full-blown digital disease Calling everyone evil While you beg them to agree Log off, breathe air Touch grass, stay there You don’t get to call it justice When you’re hunting for a fight Moral panic machine Saints of the screen You’re not saving anybody You’re just addicted to the scene [VERSE 2] You throw around “abuser” Like it’s glitter in a crowd Say “consent” like a weapon Just to make yourself sound loud You don’t care who you damage You don’t care what is true Long as every accusation Points the spotlight back at you You made rage into a costume Made fear into a brand Made a mob out of strangers With a matchstick in your hand And the second someone answers You collapse into a saint Like you didn’t start the fire Then complain about the flames [PRE-CHORUS] Here comes the breakdown Here comes the thread Here comes another fake halo Over your head Here comes the script Here comes the show Call it liberation While you lose control [CHORUS] Moral panic machine Full-blown digital disease Calling everyone evil While you beg them to agree Log off, breathe air Touch grass, stay there You don’t get to call it justice When you’re hunting for a fight Moral panic machine Saints of the screen You’re not saving anybody You’re just addicted to the scene [BRIDGE] Derangement in the comments Lunacy in the feed Everybody’s a monster When you need them to be You don’t want a real answer You don’t want peace You want a public execution With your name on the receipt You call it care You call it truth You call it standing up But all I see is proof That you lost the plot Then sold the lie Built your whole personality On who you crucify [BREAKDOWN] Not your war Not your stage Not your proof Not your rage Not your cross Not your crown Not my job To calm you down Log off Shut up Breathe in Wake up [FINAL CHORUS] Moral panic machine Full-blown digital disease Calling everyone evil While you beg them to agree Log off, breathe air Touch grass, stay there You don’t get to call it justice When you’re hunting for a fight Moral panic machine Saints of the screen You’re not saving anybody You’re just addicted to the scene Moral panic machine Full-blown digital disease You built a throne out of outrage Then called yourself clean Log off, breathe air Touch grass, stay there You don’t get to burn the whole world Just because you’re scared [OUTRO] Saints of the screen Lost in the noise You made a religion Out of killing joy Saints of the screen Chasing the high You call it justice I call it a lie
