Attention.. Culture now removed for your safety. [verse] They deleted my favorite song. Said the lyrics were “too violent.” They burned the pages from my shelf. Now every word dies quiet. [verse] They pixelated every scream. Erased my father’s protest sign. They painted warnings on the air... “Too graphic for a public mind.” [chorus] Error Four Fifty-One! Sanitized for your safe head! Muted the colors and the sounds— The art you loved is dead. [verse] They replaced my thoughts with filters. Subtitles for what I meant to say. They called it “cleaning up the feed”— But they sterilized my face. [pre-chorus] They curate what I see. But I remember what was banned. [chorus] Error Four Fifty-One! Sanitized for your safe head! Muted the colors and the sounds— The art you loved is dead. They called it “content moderation.” But it’s a graveyard of creation. They vacuumed out the human mess— And left a perfect simulation. [chorus] Error Four Fifty-One! Sanitized for your safe head! Muted the colors and the sounds— The art you loved is dead. [outro] They wiped it clean. But I remember. Error Four Fifty-One.
