[Female Lead Singing Vocals] [Proper pronunciation] [Good vocal chain] [Melody Chords in Am - C - G - F] [Intro: ambient singing] Scrollin' through the chaos, trapped in the glow, A window to the world, but what do we show? Filters on our faces, stories unfold, Is it real connection, or are we alone? [Verse 1: Smooth rap transitions] Yo, one post — that's all it takes, A little moment, a picture, a thought on display. Throw it out there, let the whole world react, One tap turns a feeling into something they track. Then the likes roll in, comments hit your mind, "Looking good," "keep going" — now you're checking every time. You tell yourself it's nothing, just a scroll before bed, But the loop gets tighter with every screen that you check. Profiles look perfect, every detail designed, Whole lives cut and polished till they glitter online. You see the highlight, never what happened between, A thousand little victories hiding everything in between. One thumb, one touch — need another little sign, That rush disappears, so you reach for it again. Everybody's connected, still alone in the crowd, The louder the feed gets, the quieter you sound. [Pre-Chorus: ambient Singing] It's the highs, it's the lows, It’s the life that we chose. Are we livin' in the moment, Or just playin' the role? [Chorus: Catchy and Melodic] Caught in the rhythm, lost in the stream, Livin' for the likes, but we’re losin' the dream. Do we own the screen, or does it own me? What’s the price of this digital scene? [Verse 2: Smooth rap transitions] Scroll down — envy hits, Somebody's living perfect, or at least that's what it looks like. Every smile got polished, every scar gets hidden, You see the highlight — never what they went through to get it. We measure our worth by a number on the page, Count the hearts, count the views, let the digits set the gauge. One more check... one more hit... And somehow that validation turns into a prison you can't quit. We show off what we own, even borrowed for the shot, Big house in the picture — never mention what it's not. Designer on the feed, Rent due in the real world... but nobody sees that part of the story. Everybody wants a crown, everybody wants the throne, Building little kingdoms from a screen they call their own. Content, clicks — keep feeding the machine, While the person underneath it gets lost somewhere between. We got more connections, yet the distance feels thick, Walls got higher while the messages got quick. Everybody's online — still searching for a grip... SOCMED got us hooked. it’s a hell of a trick. [Pre-Chorus: ambient Singing] It's the highs, it's the lows, It’s the life that we chose. Are we livin' in the moment, Or just playin' the role? [Chorus 2] Caught in the rhythm, lost in the stream, (caught in the rhythm) Livin' for the likes, but we’re losin' the dream. (lost in the stream) Do we own the screen, or does it own me? What’s the price of this digital scene? [FinallChorus ] Caught in the rhythm, lost in the stream, (caught in the rhythm) Livin' for the likes, but we’re losin' the dream. (lost in the stream) Do we own the screen, or does it own me? What’s the price of this digital scene? [Outro: Singing] Scrollin' through the chaos, trapped in the glow, A window to the world, but what do we show? Does it lift us higher, or break us apart? SOCMED’s a mirror—do you see your heart? [END. NO REPEATS]
