[Intro] [Deep, rolling bass synth paired with a syncopated, mechanical snare] [Verse 1] [Spoken word with intense rhythmic flow] You adjust the aperture to catch the tear A tragedy performed for the empty air The sorrow is a product, the grief is a brand A calculated gesture with a trembling hand You measure the angle, you temper the sigh A highly directed and a beautiful cry The empathy flows like a digital stream You monetize the nightmare and syndicate the dream I stood in the kitchen and watched you break down Then saw the performance broadcast to the town [Chorus] [Reverb-heavy, melancholic singing] You broadcast the bruise to the waiting crowd Weeping in the silence, crying out loud The tragedy functions as a currency now A heavily scripted and theatrical bow You harvest the pity, you gather the ache A brilliant display of an intricate fake (Intricate fake) [Verse 2] [Blues guitar filters in, bending notes through heavy distortion] The comments are rolling, the validation is sweet A sudden stampede on a virtual street The algorithm pushes the pain to the top A cycle of sorrow that is never gonna stop I offer a shoulder, I offer a word But the real conversation is entirely deferred You need the spectator, you need the applause Rewriting the emotional gravity laws [Chorus] [Reverb-heavy, melancholic singing] You broadcast the bruise to the waiting crowd Weeping in the silence, crying out loud The tragedy functions as a currency now A heavily scripted and theatrical bow You harvest the pity, you gather the ache A brilliant display of an intricate fake [Bridge] [Beat drops out, leaving glitchy textures and isolated vocals] Are you sad for the loss? Or just glad for the view? I don't think you even know what is true. [Outro] [Slow, hypnotic drum break fades out] [Spoken word] Keep rolling. The light is perfect. [Static hiss]
