[Intro] [Dry, tense guitar figure; bass and drums enter together] [Short instrumental build into the first verse] [Verse 1] Cameras bloom on every corner, lenses in the rain They call it safety while they file the paths we take Same street every morning, paper cup in hand Miles of glass and cooling fans keep mapping where you stand You delete the words you typed and think they disappeared But copies keep their fingerprints long after you’ve cleared No boots against the doorway, no sirens in the night Just a thousand silent measurements deciding what you might [Pre-Chorus] They called it temporary A measure for the threat The threat became a question The question became you [Chorus] Welcome to the quiet algorithm It knows before you move It buries every warning Then tells you what to choose No boot upon your doorstep No fist against the wall Just fewer ways to speak Until there’s none at all [Verse 2] Articles go missing from the searches that you make The feed keeps serving comfort with each dangerous edge shaved Your friends fall out of view; the group chat loses names A score can seal a door before you know the game Loan denied, the job withdrawn, no reason you can cite The rules keep changing in a room that has no light You can’t organize in shadows when the shadows know your name The system hears the first small spark and files it under flame [Pre-Chorus] They called it temporary A measure for the threat The threat became a question The question became you [Chorus] Welcome to the quiet algorithm It knows before you move It buries every warning Then tells you what to choose No boot upon your doorstep No fist against the wall Just fewer ways to speak Until there’s none at all [Instrumental] [Main riff returns with shifting accents] [Lead guitars trade short, contrasting phrases] [Build into an extended melodic solo over the verse riff] [Drums push into a brief half-time passage, then snap back to tempo] [Bridge] They sold us speed They sold us ease The price was what we’d let them see Now every locked and silent door Says, “You agreed. What more?” [Final Chorus] Welcome to the quiet algorithm It knew before we moved It buried every warning Then narrowed what we could choose No boot upon our doorstep No fist against the wall Just fewer ways to speak Until there’s none at all [Outro] [Return to the dry opening guitar figure; vocals clipped and sardonic] Keep your head down Keep your score high Keep the lights on And ask them why The algorithm’s patient It never needs to shout By the time you name what’s missing There’s no way to get out [End] [Final riff stops sharply] [Instrumental] [Main riff returns with shifting accents] [Lead guitars trade short, contrasting phrases] [Build into an extended melodic solo over the verse riff] [Drums push into a brief half-time passage, then snap back to tempo] [Bridge] They sold us speed They sold us ease The price was what we’d let them see Now every locked and silent door Says, “You agreed. What more?” [Final Chorus] Welcome to the quiet algorithm It knew before we moved It buried every warning Then narrowed what we could choose No boot upon our doorstep No fist against the wall Just fewer ways to speak Until there’s none at all [Outro] [Return to the dry opening guitar figure; vocals clipped and sardonic] Keep your head down Keep your score high Keep the lights on And ask them why The algorithm’s patient It never needs to shout By the time you name what’s missing There’s no way to get out [End] [Final riff stops sharply]
