[electric guitar intro - reverberated, desert tone - fades into ambient pads] Like, [echo on the vocals / slight delay] without listening, without understanding, without knowing. [deep ambient textures / droning organ/synth swell under the vocals] You shake, click, clap silently, you're part of the fair, but not of the thought. [slow snare enters / minimal desert rhythm] Facebook, Suno, Instagram: temples of the ego, with the crowd kneeling before mediocre gods who sing out of tune, but dressed well. [small pause / breath / noise texture] You write lyrics with swear words to seem raw, authentic, ....... ASSHOLE but you're just an ignoramus who cuddles in his ignorance like a pig in the mud. [minimal tribal beat enters underneath / low tape hiss / psycho vibes] And us? We're all guilty. Because we keep quiet. Because we avoid. Because "better not to argue", "better to avoid trouble", "a fake like is better than a real judgment". [slight crescendo saturation] Mutual support? Illusion. Only automatic likes, bots talking to each other, faces that smile but don't listen. [Danelectro Sitar solo / psych fuzz and delay, ethereal but disturbing] The algorithm trains us: "say it's beautiful", "say it's profound", "say it's a masterpiece" ...even if it's shit. [pause, slowed heartbeat in the background, dry spoken word] And you, sincere artist, who breaks your soul on every note, stay there, watching numbers that don't rise and comments full of emojis, as empty as those who wrote them. [guitar wall crescendo, shoegaze style, voice increasingly distant, floating] But you still write. Because you don't know how to do anything else. Because silence would be worse. [ambient noise ending / the sound dissolves like digital dust / end]
