[Intro: a phone unlocking, a feed starting to move, glitchy hyperpop pulse building, bright and hollow] (scroll... scroll...) where's the brake... [Verse 1: close, fast, over-stimulated, half-sung half-spoken — the victim frame, seated then cracked] they built it in my hand and they called it a choice, gave me a little off-switch and they took its voice... i tap "show me less" and it shows me more,.. hold down "not interested," it just keeps score. so easy to say they did it to me, a room full of engineers i will never see... but the phone's still warm and the swipe's still mine, and the thing that won't stop... is on my side of the line. [Pre: filter opening, the reach] so i go looking for the brake, i go looking for the brake... [Hook: chantable, bright and hollow — the mechanism happening, not described] where's the brake, where's the brake, found the switch and it's a ghost. (there's no brake) i'm the gas, i'm the gas, and i'm the one who won't let go. you're watching this and you're scrolling too... same machine, same hand, same you. [Verse 2: the turn to wielder, both faces on one scroll] her clip made me laugh, so i sent it to you... the next one made me sick, and i stayed up 'til two. same blue light on my face for the love and the fight, same me, leaning in, at the same dead night. it don't need a hand on the wheel to go... it's got mine, and yours, and every hand I don't know. the part of me that cares is the part that it feeds, and i lean in closer the more that it bleeds. [Hook] where's the brake, where's the brake, found the switch and it's a ghost. (there's no brake) i'm the gas, i'm the gas, and i'm the one who won't let go. you're watching this and you're scrolling too... same machine, same hand, same you. [Bridge: STRIP to bare pulse and one close voice, no drums — the flinch, the generational turn] and the little one's got the same phone now, and she learned how to not stop... by watching me not stop. i never handed her a brake, i handed her the scroll and the shape of my back. it is not getting worse out there... it's getting worse in here, and it's mine to wear. (where's the brake) [Final Hook: fullest, the ask fused with the recursion, no triumph] so find the brake, find the brake, go on, look... i'll wait. (there's no brake) i'm the gas, i'm the gas, and so were you, and so was that. you watched the whole thing and you didn't stop... neither did i. look down... it's still going. [Outro: the feed keeps moving, filter closing, one voice left] (scroll... scroll...) still no brake. still scrolling.
